i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

i am my own ghost i am haunted

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too