The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
