dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
