room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
There is something uncomfortable about calling this poetry, when it is pain. It would be further awkward to edi… defining it as work, refining the…
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
Did you know you can get cavities in your brain? It's tired in here and the sweat dripping from all these brain cells
It doesn’t come through governance… it has existed all throughout. It doesn’t come through war, fear and revenge masquerade as lib… It doesn’t come through money,
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
River is always changing, with a crack coming out of the cli… the river from the cliffs, down to the beach, carved out in an alcove,
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
Pestering funnel of delinquency, hovering in the stratosphere for a… from where we lit the lake of fuel… Spewing and billowing off to the n… forecasting trouble in the lands o…
I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
I live on the knifes edge where if I stray even a millimeter to the left I am convinced that any and every flaw