helioscopic rays sizzling across the petulant ache as miniscule miseries ride shotgun on the schismatics in the deepest of sublevels buried beneath layers of rambunctious denials my tongue is numbed incapable of tasting deafened blinded a senseless waste with the ambivalent stare of a discarded sex doll collecting dust in the back of a skeleton […]
i wokeyour name onmy tongueyour voicelovinglywhisperingthrough thehaze of sleepclinging tomy fog filledmind*driftingon a cloudunable tofully shakethe dreamlikecoating ofetherealwonder makingmy heart swellat your mereexistence*somewherebetween thebirdsongand splatterhiss of thecoffee brewingi existlost in thisdreamhazewhere thewaking worldand thoughtsof youwar inpredawn promises
an ache a subtle swirling discomfort crossing my jaw tracing tentative painblossoms to arc throughout my ugliness lavender stars incidental supernovas lashing waves of lethargic expostulation in grimaced refractions on these days the hollowness is filled with echoed cries lost in the nooks and crannies of a singularly lost lamentation evoking agonized loneliness as the […]
drag the waters of my tepid insignificance cast your nets along with your petty dispersions to tredge the depths of sorrowful indignation for i am nothing but a dark speck on the unblinking eye of eternity a spectre where once a man stood beaten down by his own scattered dreamashes colored in shades of tortured […]
i dip my toesinto the surfaceof the sun(moltenmiseries meltingthe flesh frombone)the speakersare blowntinny distortionas the worldis filled withslivers ofpain(shootingstars race acrossthe negativespacebetween dazzlingdisplaysof absences)ensconced insilencethe vacuum ofspace between(irrationalheartsputters)razor lineseradicate theignobleindifferenceshown from thecelestialmisnomers/i am the ghostof the oak treeleft to hauntthe seeds thatlitter the forestfloor/(untouchedby the callousnessof the pulsatingstarshines) i dipmy body of sininto the milky […]
Panic Room Radio will have the Fool on to discuss poetry, something he clearly has no grasp on and the new chapbooks available on Potter’s Grove Press store which reminds me i have two new chapbooks available on Potter’s Grove Press store. (un)collected vol 1 and 2. the exclusives page has them both and one […]
it is nearly summer but the touch of winter clings to my woe encrusted emptiness too much rain blotting out the needed rays drenching my hollowboned laissez faire with hints of cloven despair the beavers in my cavernous skull have dammed the streaming weapons of vernacular warfare techniques leaving a fool sputtering as he drowns […]
the teeth of the gears dreary rusted shark toothed in dire need of replacement the chain slips as i fall back into the cicadian rhythms of fourteen years in solitude an overhaul clean regrease release back into a constant state of bewildered misunderstanding beneath the ice there is gravel but the lack of traction makes […]
i lay waiting for the birds to wake up a signal of sorts that i have stared up into nothingness for the human alotted time the first three notes trumpeted on repeat tell me it is nearly six how many times have i frantically sent my love waiting for the birds to release me from […]
they say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery which is honestly absolutely bullshit with imitation you have two clear paths you embarrass yourself by showing off your own shortcomings or you create a work that transcends whatever was your inspiration while i have not been all around the world i have been around […]
the cars sit an angry centipede trapped in fury along the gigantic concrete over pass moving incrementally forward by inches stuck in the rain watching a city caught in the storm ever creeping closer i can’t see the accident that dreadfully impedes the gray afternoon just the tailights in front and the headlights behind me […]
i crackle swaying in the errant breeze cellophane left ignored to fade away stamped with a dire warning left unread woe to thee that seeks salvation for only the damned may truly know the joy in roaming free i crackle the rain beats along my cellophane soulstutter collecting in my many wrinkles left stagnant by […]
the rain drips plunk plunk plunk a rhythmic slapping on the metal dome of the grill i sit staring out as the storm rumbles arcs of light in the haze of neon darkness wrapped tight around the city plunk plunk plunk my heart slaps my ribcage as the storm leaves a longing to pull you […]
if anyone sees that snot nosed brat that sat crying alone on mother’s day tapping out the digits to someone twelve years in the past looking for the reason he was never enough just a bag of trash on the side of life’s highway tangled in the concrete separating the fast lane from whatever congestion […]
verily the words seem coated in slime slipping through clumsy lips to tumble to the ground with a wet splat slugs with razor sharp coils of teeth leaving nothing but a fair trail of innocuous snot dripping off of every failed line it is cool today with a threat of rain the buildings sway as […]
writing poetry is easy a razor dragged down soft flesh cutting through emotional tissue seperating meat from bone don’t let anyone tell you different just carve your own roadmap of agonies pick off any scabs that may carelessly form and when you’ve got nothing left in the tank that’s when you have to find new […]
my hands graspthe swollen moonclutching tighta cratered balloonwhite knuckledgripping the stringas it desperatelytries to take wingscattered acrosscalligraphy dreamsdevoid of hopeseffused by moonbeams home is wherei hang myselfa scratchy ropeat the end ofa dark hallwaycomfort in theeternal embracegravedirt undermy fingernailsa wilted rosesadly facingdown towardsthe eagerly opengates to hellhome is wherethe heart isa place ofsafety froma world […]
she was a collection of sharp angles a hidden image in the freckles i longed to connect with my shaking lips her smile crackled through every single prepubescent fantasy the first time my lips pressed tightly to her mouth was a comedy of foolish error where she waited for me to make my move before […]
you taught me how to shoplift to hold my tongue or feel the sting hospital corners to fake a grin mash the pain deep down to let it fester poison the nearly shattered sense of self you left stabbing out of paperthin skin you were copernicus the world circling around you alone an infinite cosmos […]
the trees lean together conspiratorially branches scraping scabrous digits clawing through the fetid air left a trail of breadcrumbs yet only managed a flock of sparrows that peck as the trunks slowly swallow any sight of potential freedom the north star spins around the bored face of lunar boredoms drawn in cratered sorrows impacted by […]
so many lines that mean something different when i go back through them the visceral reaction remains unchanged but the wording feels foreign off a degree the person that scribbled them long deceased standing on a different vertical axis existing in another time screaming out in a different tense or maybe an old tension i […]
a loss of control dry pavement a case of hydroplaning spinning concentric circles tighter tighter being pulled directly into the clogged drain of eternal torments distorted in a dishonest display of photonic disassembly stretched taffy in the arms of robotic insolence the sky is blood red the sun a ruby of unrestrained hatred obliterating the […]
my saliva tastes like batteries a sort of charged copper numbing my mouth my heart hammers a bird in a cage by an open window as a tornado begins swirling above the same as the bird a change in atmospheric pressure in grinding my hollowbones to diamond anxiety criscrosses my innocent soulshatter razorwire for the […]
an umbrella rests next to the door for as long as i can remember i have left an umbrella resting next to the door i never use it when it is raining i just duck my head low and scurry like a rat to the car there is another in the door of the car […]
the fascination in taking things apart putting them back together understanding how the gears interlock the direction they spin tracing wires figuring out what made them function i have pulled myself into pieces a kaleidoscopic cellular breakdown to figure out what is wrong with me in the hopes of magically putting myself back together functional […]
it is hot today but i can’t stop shivering running through every single thing i have ever done looking for where i went wrong unable to pinpoint my mistake but certain it exists i will tear myself into pieces looking for this latest fatal flaw disassemble every word until each syllable feels faulty sorry for […]
yesterday the world was silent this morning it refuses to shut the fuck up something out there has the birds in a tizzy the sun already seems too high and if i could close the blinds find a way to catch all the sleep that ignored my silent pleas and wake up in a land […]
i choke gagging hands clutched to my throat finally the obstruction breaks free i begin vomiting flower petals onto the rainswept sidewalk a cacophony of hues puffs of airy pollen fairydashes of sweet scents a coagulation of efflorescence a symphonic swarming in blossomed decay spewed to deface the faceless face of reckless consumerism as presented […]
the highways are empty the city seems devoid of life no movement the windows all gone dark as i drive these winding one way corridors no longer seeking my destination just driving enjoying the solitude surrounded by concrete and glass monoliths dedications to a dead race on nine eleven i was sent home early because […]
the deck lurches as does my stomach the ocean doesn’t give a goddamn about unsteady sea legs or green gills it hungers for freedom from the pale orb that controls its every emotion all it can do is lashout at fools with no reason to be plumbing the inky depths except in the hopeful dismay […]
i have no intention of lassoing the moon nor pulling the stars down from the sky one by one to slide them on your fingers all i can give you is my heart and promise that i will love you with every bit of me until the sun burns out and darkness reigns even then […]
electricity has always called to me something in the alternating currents reflected something broken inside of me i fluctuate some days all i see is beauty some days all that exists is ugly dour disenfranchised disavowed disassociated disemboweled by these thoughts errant sparks a recurring theme like electricity or my broken the pattern calls to […]
scattereddust motesacrossthe anus of timeunable tograspsubstantialitylostin a turbulencerestlessindifference thewordsrefusetospeaktheyscreaminchoaterage insputteringgasps incapabilityin culpabilityincandescentin indecentdescents a hushed crygoes unheard
i float on the songs the chirping little balls of fluff whistle as they stare at me staring into the brightening eastern sky seeing only a new day dawn floating on steaming coffee and the promise today will be another day the planes fly in a static pattern above a glitch in the programming or […]
in a world of echoes i lose track of if i am real or just a tinny reverberation off the cave walls i am a distortion a mirage a shapeless shadow in the steam dripping down the mirror if i was ever truly here at all.
we are transient balls of energy suffused through meat golems passing from one instance to another no direction no goal just moving from one state of being to another there is a magic hidden there beneath the rot and the agonies in the search for the right chemicals to be dumped in electrified gelatin that […]
interlocking rows of teeth fed reams of paper hardened steel rollers chews and spits a basket of shredded financial confetti but no more matter the design and care it is paoer that will eventually destroy the paper shredder much the same way as life is the number one leading cause of death the things we […]
an amateur plate spinner moving on intuition between the poles sensing a wobble before the dishware plummets a chain reaction leading only to calamity like a sparrow feeling the atmospheric pressure dip a sign of a storm early warning letting them take wing letting him move from pole to pole seeking to keep the entire […]
in the silence between the clanging chimes my breath on the small of your back hands running up your inner thighs as my lips trace the curve of your spine writing poetry across hot flesh with ravenous need in the silence between heart beats
bleak. bloated. a cascading waterfall of hellblight thunderkisses. ranting ever screaming streaming curses to the empty sky. a smattering of pretense. a caustic haze of ever firing relays a maze a blaze malaise. bleakly bloated insidiously corroded weakly exploited. a sand dune in the shape of surrender one last drink at the molotov cocktail happy […]
the vampire lies awake through the day longing to feel the sun’s gentle kiss i lie awake through the night longing for you tightly wrapped in my embrace i worry in the quiet before sunrise that monsters like me are destined to pine away for the light that never shines on their rancid souls
spent three hours trying to find the sleep that came so easily at the beginning of the night tossing and turning spiralling downward through the things i yearn to simply forget the three am fugue of sins that now drape themselves over my innocuous hell i told the ceiling every secret the hidden truth others […]
chilling tales for dark nights has a new episode up and my story, Blue, is the second of two. i am blown away at the reading and hope you’ll enjoy it as well. this story was written in two hours, as i shivered in a hotel room in Louisville Kentucky. the air condition was broken […]
spent so long trying to be different to be better than i was but this leper cannot change his weeping wounds always a photo negative representation of what is reflected back from the clear waters that only show me the parts that will never be right about the aching fool drowning in three inches of […]
in a bathysphere headed deep down fathoms beneath the jagged sawtooths cutting the surface needing the sanctity of the metal walls to keep me safe from this impending breakdown a flower pulling its petals closed reacting to barometric inconsistencies a late frost impending doom impeding rational thoughts until all there is is sheer panic a […]
sorting through these rusted rotting remnants of a life slowly pulled across razor blades hidden in the carpeted filth in a baselessly improbably petulant existence left distinctly wanting
too long spent wishing upon the scattered dust of dreams best left unfulfilled carrying a shovel only meant for digging my own grave as the ladies dance flowing skirts rising higher and higher until all that is left to the imagination is another set of night tremors that vanish in the early face of the […]
fallen into a loop a cycle of repeated transitional disaster not sleeping unable to think burning myself out by pushing myself too far past the brink of my home made self-extinction fantasy is it suicide working yourself to death yet never having anything to show but a sore back bloody knuckles when the only external […]
at night when the stars first begin to twinkle in the ebon skies i whisper of your beauty to watch them fall one by one in jealousy hidden in the pulsating lights an ode to my love for you flashes throughout space and time in these vespers i declare my intent to the universe in […]
cooking in the morning as the sparrows flutter on the porch and in my chest the quiet hopes of a new day blossom the reality not yet quite settled in i have a cup of steaming coffee a head full of your radiant wonder as the vegetables slowly cook the potatoes get chopped and nothing […]
halfway between equinox and solstice the deep throes of springtime delusion soon to be smelted in the strangling grasp of sultry summertime regrets beltane above equitorial division samhain below wintry dismays teasing multicolored autumnal losses lost somewhere halfway between equinox and solstice deep in the throes of lingering seasonal malaise
fat tear drops drip incessantly from my watery eyes down leathery cheeks to fall into space frozen diamonds left to drift on the jagged edge of this eternal cycle of thunderous unending agonies i woke tears swollen already obscuring the room clenched closed ignoring the rivulets of molten painthistles stabbing stabbing stabbing until you are […]
she gnaws at my bones with pretty teeth savaging cold flesh her hot tongue dragging over torn flesh her lips a crimson smear i long to swim through her veins flush through her pounding heartgasm suffusing her goosepimpled flesh with my soulclenched adorations written in cursive upon her every subtly sullen sigh lovemaking on the […]
emotional stability a suture bridging kaleidoscopic catastrophes and a meandering sense of selfless undulating regrets i walk through this garden a weed amongst the flowers a thorny disruption in the petals of sweet serendipitous regalia an unlit molotov teetering another roundabout for the unruly mob of subversives with chattering ivory fangs
what is money but a current sea of disbelief a marker never collected a yoke around the neck a weight straining the backs of those without as useful as air to a fish an indictment against the natural orders unfulfilled a sudden sullen stain discoloring a world of technicolor commerce a house of cards that […]
my thoughts are wrecking balls slowly destroying the parts of me i cannot face in the mercurial surface of my own reflected dismissal. i am a vampire draining the day of light in a perpetual thunderstorm of acidic malaise. in this translucent prison of fundamental failures of the flesh i am the warden the prisoner […]
i lost a hundred or so poems in the hills around dublin texas between the forests and over the fields filled with longhorns i muttered likely my greatest works little declarations to the cloudy skies and the verdant rolling hills of how none of this untamed majesty can hold a candle to you i whisper […]
the sun overslept or maybe the world spins slower than it used to but i rolled over it was still dark while i felt every off kilter revolution on a broken axis it feels like the only good sleep comes five minutes before the alarm while the rest of the restless nights are spent searching […]
she came stomping through my life in a pair of dangerously high concrete stilettos mascara ran thick down alabaster skin the revolution wasn’t worthy of broadcast on the most basic tier yet she still managed to cast a funeral pall in beautiful sorrows across broadband delusionary frequencies buried in the ashes carried by bittersweet murmured […]
it suddenly gotquietthe humof the compressorrattledbut the ambientsound ofthe waking worlddisappearedmaybe everythingand everyonesaid fuck todaycurled uprolled overextended a middle fingerto the vacancythat comes withmanic midweek morningsbut justforgot totell me. it’s nowlate afternoonand that feelingthe world around megave upthat everyoneeverythingis refrainingfrom concernseems apt. the farther ifallthe less thesensation ofthe precipitousdropregistersgiving upor justgiving inechoes the samewhen you […]
i have never askedfor more than enoughhaving receivedlesser and lesseri learned to stoppraying i wouldone daymove the mountaininstead hoping justto have the strengthto walk around it. i whisper all mydesires and needsto the ceilingit feels the sameas prayersjust the ceiling existsand doesn’t hide itscasual disdain. floating on the seaslost and tiredseeing your facein the sea […]
as a kid i was always fascinated by the machine at the hardware store that made copies of keys unaware it was a simple jig that traced the edge of the original key my lack of understanding implied a sense of skill perhaps even magical in the art of duplication the simplicity of the world […]
spots dance in the corners of my vision black bloated flies in random states of fucking crowding in thick oblong orbiting dementias tinting the world in varied shades of purloined virtuous sin i didn’t get out of bed today with the intention of running head first into the walls my limitations have set but i […]
starting a fire in my igloo hoping to either melt down the walls or suffocate from the smoke. self isolation is a sort of paradise enforced isolation is a hell with no sound. i am the desert a desolate ocean where dreams go to languish baked under an indifferent sun.
i keep little mementos in my between my caged ribs so when i sit just right the memories jaggedly pressed into my lungs coloring every gasping breath in pastel fragments of who i once was my marrow tinted in words left unsaid as i wheeze out another line about the ones that carved their initials […]
we were all forced into this state of being so if we can do a little to make it better for everyone that doesn’t seem like a big thing to ask. respect is earned but kindness is always free. seems to get forgotten in the day to day of trying to survive.
woke upon the numbsideof the bedthe constantacheshiveringthrough myskull tofinally settlein my jawsnappedmy synapticresponseleaving meblissfullynumbconfortablydumbsipping coffeeas the cloudsthreatenrain. each timei wokein the darkknees tochestunwilling tofeelthe surgescoursingcoarselythroughmy bone prisoni beggedthe cosmosto take awayyour painto ladle ithappilyupon mineto let mewallowwhile yousoar. i speakto theemptinesslingeringbetween ourmouthsshufflingbarefeetthrough theshattereddreamsand echoedprayersbest leftunheardin thiscacophonousswirlsoftly givingwords tomy desires. woke upnumbedto the endlessachesrunning callouslythroughthe absenceof […]
rats gnaw at my toes as my guts gurgle acidic odes to empty cupboards a dream, a joke, a life left half conscripted by a string of hearts not quite won over with clumsy attempts at ill mannered charm unseen in the rippling ugliness seething at the surface bury my scraps in unconsecrated soil leave […]
Tune in to Panic Room Radio live this Thursday to listen to Chris and I talk about our Splatterpunk nominated book, Cerberus Rising, featuring my story which is also (?!?) nominated, An Incident at Barrow Farm. Chris is also nominated for his Splatter Western, Dust. And our wayward brother, PC3, for his story Full Moon […]
bleeding for scraps while others vomit to fanfare and gratutious applause poetry is loneliness wrapped in barb wire and i am pretty talented at screaming alone i will never amount to anything but moments you can never get back maybe that is what the sparrows sing as they watch a fool wasting his life for […]
on the crusted filth of misanthropic disembowelments collecting on the burnt end of progress there is soft buffeting of sparrow wings sending little clouds of dreamdust soulbillow to scatter amongst the cracked facades of fragility in a quick tempered state of ambiguous losses i was a spectating spectacle of spectacular idiosyncrasies wondering about in shuffling […]
the tendrils of maternal abuse claw my broken psyche in the quiet moments spent lost in the shadowy ceiling my head weighs approximately the mass of the black hole where my soul once bled out in spectral hues transmitted on the sine waves ingrained into the synaptic disfunction of a broken child crying alone
i keep myself secluded from the a world i mostly don’t understand reaching out with shitty poetry from my cave because anxiety ain’t no way to half live i am cut off silenced by algorithms left to fester a mushroom in the darkness living off of the rotted soulsoil in petulant heartwhinings lost in a […]
the rickety ship careensover the tempestuous seain the throes of sorrowsdraped in logical fallacy there is asimplicityin the ever presentbirdsongcoming throughthe open screen doora tonalprogressionfalling insynchwith the restof the worldaround me the lonely cries of the gullcircling in the gray skiesa hint of rot blowing throughon the wings of bloated flies i know whythe crows […]
there is a boozy insubstantialness to reality in the frame of bioluminescent purgatorial musings a hint that nothing is as it appears viewing the world through side mirrors lends an inky incandescence to freefalling through the strata of traumatic scars. i could accomplish something but i will be good and goddamned if anything sounds half […]
the vultures circle above as frustration shakes through the tension of morning bannings and customer support that equals being told to go fuck myself it is a simple manner of stolen information or companies that have forgotten that they don’t exist if not for the users they ignore we are dollar signs with no identity […]
(un)collected vol. 1 is available now on the Potter’s Grove site. A chapbook of 26 poems from me to you. something to tide you over until (un)requited in August. thanks as always for your support, love me
i couldnt tell youwith any certaintyif she was hunting meor if i was a spiritunwittingly haunting her we sat in a boothat the back of the barthe crackling neon ofa beer sign illuminatingher hair a dayglo halo she talked loudlyexpounding upon thevirtues of ts eliotpontificating betweenbreathy groans my hand slid up herthigh under the shortskirt […]
gone gone gone the dreams of bittersweet youth entrapments of hopes best left to fester amongst the creepy crawlies in the darkness of soulwept miseries millipedes crawl up the poignancy inscribed into the hollowbones of forevermore the moist memories rotting incrementally until all that remains are sympathetic serenades gone gone gone dust in the corner […]
my defiance in the face of dastardly deicidal dooms verbal defecation desecration of the subtle adorations my skull is filled with thoughts of you and a million angry bullet ants
the walls are leaning in staring at me with a hostility usually reserved for self deflection the ceiling is bowing down pressing on me with a weight usually reserved for self reflection i am trapped in a loop of migrating migraines a thousand nettles a thorn of crowns around a frowing fool in a state […]
angry bubbles pop around my head little explosions that do nothing but add incrementally infuriations to an already rancid mood. fell headfirst off the wrong side of the bed every minor inconvenience a new throbbing in already tender temples. i need you coffee and the world in general to fuck right off into a hazy […]
her tongue leathery loudly licks shriveled worms disguised as lips the scent of curdled milk wafts thickly beneath hairspray and slow decay an out of focus gleam in her one good eye tells me the sky is falling her jerky whipfast motions lend an air of danger to an otherwise obscure sense of sliding between […]
woke to a ticketstapled to myblood flecked chesta citation forvagrancyas the foolishmuscle constrictsthe sense ofpeace fromthe lonely lanethat leads tothe only placecardiac distresshas ever known asa destination.
subtle vibrations easing along the nervous system on the brink of collapse wired for sound yet filled with white noise the song of the ocean in your ear is just my distorted palpatations echoing along inner ear insanity. i am an empty vessel stirring at the bottom of your oceanic depth a skull in a […]
i love you like a suicide because in you i see the only chance at heaven for a lost soul like me
lost alone in these stacks of books a million happy endings at least one metaphor that reflects where i am in my languid sorrow. surrrounded by books but the only one calling is the book of matches. one last tall tale written in embers across the shadow over her smile.
he tied a ribbon on the old walnut tree by the side of the road every april as the last of the winter snow had faded to muddy ground patches of yellow with hints of verdant growth and the lone red ribbon dancing in the soft breeze with hints of home. it hadnt worked to […]
a wriggle a writhing a tremor passes through my hollow bones as the cool wind murmurs across my shivering skin a chasm opens somewhere in these shifting shafts of calcified remorse a wriggle a writhing a tremor in the center where soot lines the pockmarked surface of angry loveblisters along the cardiac sack of salted […]
the flies, fat overfed black swarms that seems to cover every inch of the foul smelling building with puddles of blood and water baking in the noon time sun mercilessly glaring down over the city of shadows the bells toll sickly from the soot stained cathedral once a symbol of purity now an accurate representation […]
as da vinci sketched virtruvian drawings did the sheer reckless atrocities in nature ever make him sick to his artistic stomach a carousel of painted horses with pinprick pupils at the edge of panic as they race in circles yet never truly make any bit of progress while his ink smudged hands lose sensations in […]
i don’t give you my heart because it is the source of emotion that is the brain of which you already preoccupy most of no, i give you my heart because without it being cared for i would simply die because without you i was never truly ever alive to begin with
in the quietest of moments lost in the singularities the heavy population of my solitude is a weight unto itself it feels like another one about drowning but the metaphor feels too apt to apropos not clothos or lachesis enough for my thology feels like another one about the scent of wildflowers longing lost and […]
there is a subtle flow an undertow created where the world around me and the books begin calling a sandbar of my own emotional misinterpretations mangled by a lack of vernacular affinity a vortex, a whirlpool, a tear pulling the beauty from the inspirations until all becomes gray a succulent buffet, an array of sensual […]
she stood emptied of all hope and happiness a prune where there was once a plum interwoven into a tapestry of her own shadow streaked contemptuous longings slow roasted until her juices boiled splitting her once vibrantly colored casing her will spread ever so thinly until her soul became another transparency drifting on the last […]
the vapid disinterest of the sun rose a golden ball shimmering in feigned regard (a burning middle finger) etched in vaporous <ill intent> lending a tumultuous air of chill intimacy to an otherwise funeralesque sunday spent malingering in the foyer to hell.
the concrete souless monstrosities in a semi-heathenistic plethora of circumfusions a pod of poisoned seeds nestled tightly against the strangled heart of future endeavoring spirits a sacrament, a sacrifice a sack of simmering sighs tar black runs down slowly from the unblinking orbs encased in resinous lies the rusted snap of a trap tetanus infused […]
the coffee sits steaming with a forlorn haze into the morning silence the occasional bit of siren or warbling note of birdsong all that manages to pierce this three ton concrete bubble slowly suffocating the fool who suffers silently on the couch trying not to disturb his lonely corner of half existing. he scribbles bloody […]
not sure if it is selective propagation or if the world is just filled with more despicable sacks of shit on a daily basis. i don’t even know if they know just how rancidly horrific they are or even if they possess the awareness to see just how off-putting their actions seem. one day the […]
endeavored to spring clean declutter the shattered fragments while digging out soulslivers lodged painfully beneath my parchment epidermis an effort to spring free from the detritus of this achingly undesired instance of existence i have thrown out so many things a feeling of lightness in that springy freedom of removing the pieces that clung to […]
