(2014)
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
When you say a word so many times… When you look at something for so… When you live a life so hard and t…
Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…
Here they fucking come. For Christ’s sake, of course. Who else would they cum for? Licking their cellphone pops and walking into each other
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
Sidewalk prison for an innocent ro… All creatures bow to the almighty… Only the brave attempt the other s… For home is divided by the conveni… and greed of an ignorant unciviliz…
(For when you are a man.) To my third child and second son, You may be the most inquisitive on… To answer the greatest of all conc… I love you more than fire burns.
Trailing off the desperate landfil… Into my very own lesser known hall… I wind mine through the wind in th… Should you happen to blow by; I’l…
(Mother, Don’t Read This.) On days overcast when the rain is… And the queen doesn’t growl in her… I’m so here in the now—so here in… Like when I was young, just first…
I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow
I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths