It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
The ghost is huddled at the end of… in a dark corner where the light f… curl over its knees, attempting to… like a child in a strange place. It stands at the corner of my sigh…
Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.
I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…
What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…
The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,
