(2014)
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
With the laugh of madness For the love of God We bathe in sadness A delicate facade A carnal spell
He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
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…
I am the living truth of a particu… Some people may still even think… As I’m passed around towns in a v… The sounds will resound for as lon… In strange civilizations the situa…
I pledge allegiance to nothing. This rag couldn’t keep me warm, I’ll rip it in strips Make thick knuckle grips, Be the truest truant in the storm.
Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…
I’m a professional acid caster. A fucking disaster. I feel so alive when I’m killing the american drea… They made me stand
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,
Someday the Earth will open with… To eat its own and save itself fro… This murk we shape from life is va… We bow our heads to the shame we e… You see—you know—and yet you drive…
(For when you are a man.) To my third child and second son, You may be the most inquisitive on… To answer the greatest of all conc… I love you more than fire burns.
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…
(Mother, Don’t Read This.) On days overcast when the rain is… And the queen doesn’t growl in her… I’m so here in the now—so here in… Like when I was young, just first…
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,