(2013)
#Dirt #Empathy
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.
When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.
(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
In case you vow to drown my love i… Without my mind inclined to see th… I hope you know, I live and thriv… I’ll torch the bridge before you r… The will I sow, I do, with what…
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
Potential is the moulted skin of a snake in jest— laced with the plastic tatters
Sidewalk prison for an innocent ro… All creatures bow to the almighty… Only the brave attempt the other s… For home is divided by the conveni… and greed of an ignorant unciviliz…
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…