(2015)
I'm overcoming my nightly anxiety. Finally
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,
I’m grateful. Grateful for the words I breathe. For the times I’ve lived and, in… for the greatness of the moments a… I’m grateful
Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady my true self is hidden, see? Yet Holy Spirit set me free. I am guilt-ridden,
Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night.
You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t… but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor…