(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping
...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,
Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free.
The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes
I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…
Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled
There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
I wish we were Masters. That way we can inhabit the truth and it would be made strong. Love as the only thing that has meaning. Understanding. The
Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.
I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,