(2014)
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’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
I pay no attention to the forecast… I just blend into the weather. Was it not clever to attempt to tether our pleasures together
As you brandish your corrosive clo… And cannons of musty dystopian dus… I’ve eyed the serpents that tangle… Determined to render my shine to r… Their sly malevolence and curious…
Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
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…
Shams in stark raving silence peek… chewing the rubber Fillings that f… finish those limiting transactions… i wouldn’t care more for the Door… in tune With so many songs on this…
Hug my brain and kiss my eyeballs, There were no silly invisible walls. But forced I love yous
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
In rain and sun, entrapped by deat… Through pain we run for love in ti… The world we dance within makes du… With all the light, when silver cl… I’ve trained for this a million li…
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,
My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.