what is a man but a collection of jagged bits rusted screws angry hornets with cured leather draped over distempered bones what is a woman but an unwritten ode of soft spoken truths in a hurricane icy daggers half dreamt scenes overlaid upon ambiguous sunsets
empty eyes stare creepily from the shadows static images pulled into distortion minor hellscapes wrapped in still frame disillusion random bells chime as the world totters on axial disinterest magnetic polecats prance along frozen sine waves shivering down faux marbled reticent refrains no matter how loudly i scream the emptiness swallows my voice until i […]
this morning is the first i can remember in weeks where the wind isn’t an icy dagger down the back of my neck so the universe mixes it up with a sullen drizzle reminding me life is not to be enjoyed without consequence early morning post office trip as an old man talked for the […]
some streets have too many ghosts in these small towns that are nothing more than graveyards home is a place of loss my first tooth ny virginity my innocence all those firsts to never be regained scars kisses broken hearts just another anthropomorphic ouija board running from the dead dying in small cuts mostly self […]
we snuck out the middle of the night unable to take another moment apart we didnt have a destination just a need so we went to a park and let our mouths our hands say the things words failed how long did we sit steamed up windows our fever spreading by the contact until we […]
the back hoe engine revs in the silent morning the treads seeking purchse to climb the curb to desecrate the brown grass beeping incessantly as the men stand sipping cups of steaming coffee in the too cold texas morning as i stare out the window over an empty highway daydreamilng about bed about her about […]
i dont say anything not really but i do it in a way that gives false depth use of shadow illusionary meanings left to the reader upon closer expectation a mirage always just over the next hill but truly a blank expanse asphalt illusions of brittle hope i know my limitations one track mind on […]
he brandishes a broken sword sure it is allegorical but unwilling to fall into that rabbit hole of every misspoken sentiment since the first basic moment of sentience stumbling over sensory delusion in a life sentence of broken sentences he cannot help but pick at the scabs delighted at the crimson droplets along the refrain […]
we were spending a lazy sunday lounging in bed when the call came that he was dead it’s funny knowing someone is dying yet how shocked the news of their passing still manages to be i wish i had started spilling my guts to this uncaring world that morning when i found out he died […]
one of the many lieslearned the hard waywas that lightningdoesn’t strike twiceif you were to run your handsacross the lichtenberg scarsthat trail down my chestan array of fern leavesin puckered flesheach leaf engravedwith the ghost of a smileas each blood vessel burstwith every last kisslingering dischargeacross deadened skinfaint whiffs of perfumesthe taste of salty tearsmaybe […]
insipid imitatations inspired immolations these vapid insistent instigators puffed up on self importance crows acting as ravens watching from the stands as they fumble using collanders to catch the rain not understanding what they manufacture in generic throes she simply breaths through supple prose trying to catch lightning huddled in bunkers unable to grasp beauty […]
the only outstanding thing about him was the warrants he ran from across the country one step ahead of bondsman debt collectors a trail of broken hearts because empty promises were all he had to give as the bounty hunters search seedy motel parking lots on the bad side of whatever one horse town he […]
once a day the asian lady that lives above me goes out onto her balcony she sings words i do not understand in a soft partially broken tone like a siren that smokes heavily nicotine stained fingers her scales losing their luster singing out over the(waves) parking lot to lure a lost love home i […]
damn you damn you damn you damn you and your (egregious dreamstallionry) vociferous viper lying wait in the cool grass for a wary traveler such as i oh, yes such as i indeed for i am on to you(temptress) vapid unconcern ladled by voluptuous nymphs with moonkissed breasts swollen with promise the mistress screams from […]
shefancied herselfa queencarvingan imaginarykingdom a toxic spillblurringthe checkered board so blindedby her owninsecuritesshe sawpeopleas pieceswith nounderstandingof the mechanicsassuming anybeneath herwere all pawnseven as shepretended totreat themlike knights shefancied herselfa queenunaware historycan always tellbenevolent from bully a paper machétiaraover sad lonely eyes
they judge honest reactions because they don’t feel anything but a need to be praised for their own cleverness at the expense of saying anything at all i feel the urge to speak torn away screaming to nothing while they blather endlessly felating themselves for lack of toothpicks so desperate to be seen little more […]
this morning the taste of poetry on my tongue is muted in the coffee and empty lines constructed by so called poets who barely manage to mimic the movement spasmodically arranging letters without ever touching the words dripping false sincerity in vapid lines this morning the taste of poetry on my tongue is of drowning […]
her gaze crucifies my ego against the white hot iron drawn forth from the sin in her heavenly form all that remains is the schism between rational physicality buffered between every sensual lash on throbbing need
when all is said and done my life’s works spread across the table like the legs of a dead whore i hope to be seen as ansel adams through the lens of zdzisław beksiński pure emotion strung tight in a sadists corset of sorrow’s twine not a poor man’s bukowksi with sylvia’s heart on his […]
seeking to pour myself into her padlocked heart to coalesce around the rusted tumblers seeking the right combination to unlock the love within her that screams to me in the silence between thunderous heartshivers an amateur locksmith locked out of his own perpetual longing out all night helping others escape the darkness inherent in a […]
i am tired, sitting outside the laundromat, of the indifference so causually given just exhausted from vagueries, as the line forms for the tapatia, my stomach grumbles the air is too thick with unspoken words, as i cannot navigate the ones actually spoken an empty bottle of cognac sits, a mist forming, i am not […]
it is exhausting this inexhaustible fire sucking the oxygen from the room still i burn from within the dying ember of the very first star to simply stop when i say i don’t understand, sometimes that means everything, the metaphors make it impossible to see anything but the mud caked across my tongue, i am […]
some evenings i feel too earnestlike i could spill my every secretacross the milky way in gentleprose tucked in breathy whispersto the hidden moon high abovethe clouds there is nothing to stop the floodbuilding behind the hastilyerected levees and baby, i am waybelow sea level in the absence ofyour lips upon mine and i need […]
the sky is neon gray the sun infusing the clouds with that radioactive glow that promises just less than you want need or deserve the love of a mother filtered through stinging rebukes or material possessions that leave the scars aching in the early morning chill these days sitting at the edge of a full […]
i could not tell if it was her [eyelashes] my [heart] or the very [ground beneath me] that fluttered when she made eye contact across the crowded street but for a second briefly then gone there was a mystery /a wonder/ that seemed to suffuse the still world in the(golden nimbus)of dream as if nothing […]
on dreary days like this the thought travels with every stinging lash of ache maybe i died expired just a spectre of promises dashed malingering in this too big bed staring up at an uncaring ceiling for eternity the ache an anchor keeping me tethered to a plane where i never truly existed outside sirens […]
i added gingerfreshly shavedto the coffee groundsthis morningan agonized skullthrobbing alongto the piteous whineof valves half rustedin my chestmy gutsfeel like an empty nettrailing behinda trawleron an ocean ofinsipid deathpullingpartially dreamt dreamsto the harborwhere all poetseventually end upon a benchas their ink flakesinto the seaof salty indignationfor words never read
crystal leavessway beneaththe lavenderbinary sunsrefracting the raysinto a monochromaticarray of inverseprismatic dismayas shadows spawnin triplicateover sulfuric streams
it cannot be considered drowning if it is his own hands holding him under the surface is it suicide he insists if you can’t recall having lived the sky is always fucking gray and he cannot tell if it is following him or if he is causing it in the simple sin of existing in […]
she held a string that impossibly wound itself around the knot at the bottom of the moon i looked admiringly at the gossamer thread seemingly woven of platinum dreamwhisper that held the satellite far above dream or heaven or any other man made lie
today was not a very good day for being human exhaustedballofmiserableanxiety hitting the fuck off switch on a terrible day
he walked in with an aquarium in his hands set it on the bar ordered a draft reached in his pocket pulled out a small can which he tapped carefully over the fishbowl likely there is a story there but i find my interest diminish as the idiotic thing chases the multicolored flakes i’d talk […]
sorrow is a cornerless cube sharp for its smoothness joy is a jagged sphere clutched tight in bleeding hands
it seems to me general custer was an average looking man with an exceptionally extravagant mustache but incompetence is a poor look for even the finest coiffed of would be perpetuators of genocide now a half remembered punchline dead as gravedirt but a damn fine mustache indeed
each dandelionhas an evil eyesurroundedby soft petalscrying pollenatedbrimstone tearsunblinkingas the windblows throughthe nightmare fieldof fetid daydream
the world demandsits pound of fleshbut i am badat conversionsso i setmy heart on the scalein time for sobekto snap me updeemed unworthyas the sands swirlbeneath thisphotonegative delusion
don’t wish upon me i am nothing more than an obsolete satellite burning up upon re-entry just a sad excuse for real crying while listening to sad songs sitting miserably at the corner of anxious weariness and charging windmills
being different is something to be respected to be channeled embracing thinking angularly rather than shunning what is not understood it can take shape as a myriad of mental maladies excused by chemical imbalances brought on by trauma regulated medicated encouraged to try and just be normal but maybe through a different medium the miswired […]
every night the neighbor drops something the same something i assume it is his phone but sometimes in the middle of sleepless nights i wait to hear it fall to know i am not sleeping seconds tick by in strange dilation when the world outside is silent the tocks do not seem to equal the […]
i have lain still unmoving unbreathing through an evening where fhe world went completely silent no traffic no planes no wind through the chimes just my pulse in my ears i thought at first have i gone deaf am i asleep merely dreaming i lie awake blanketed in quiet i go outside it is cold […]
wesley was fromanother plane of existencea schizophrenicthat madesimplestrange songsyou couldn’t helpbut smile duringand he wouldheadbutt his fansso there wasnothingnot to loveabout the earnest poettelling storiesabout urge overkill showsor rock and roll mcdonaldsscream, dracula, screambeguiling simplicityhiding the geniustrapped behindhis madness rock over londonrock on chicagowesley willis, chicago’s secret poet
went to the palm reader in the barrio searching for a bit of direction in a rudderless world she looked startled as i entered the room as if i was the one thing she hadn’t expected to see the candle flames fluttered in the chill breeze as she gestured me to the open seat across […]
i strip back so much i wonder at my own insubstantiality the breeze rustles through my ribcage making my dessicated lungs flutter like wooden chimes against my stillheart silt and dreamshards scattered in a rough approximation of where a fool once sat my skin spins on the breeze like trash on the side of the […]
goose feathers fill my stomach (pickled lies) sit fully formed behind {my maggot lips truffled denials in my [snout] nothing behind my \charcoal\ stare but simmering incompetence elephant ears frame acro-magnonbrow the incredible melting manroasted on the flames of living up to his actual potential as a stain on the carpet on the waiting room […]
i watched as he stumbled unsure what was happening it seemed he grappled with spirits beyond the scope of my reckoning then he fell his head striking the concrete his scalp cracking like an eggshell i watched the lines race over his face frozen in fear before the first piece of porcelain fell unleashing a […]
agitatedtoday easilyfrustrated start stopstutter thoughtsflightyas a caged bird i see the wordsbut the lossin translationcomes in the disconnectbetweenbrainheartandquill
another feat of self medication in an effort to drown out the voices reminders of every failure every fallen tear down cheeks i only ever intended to kiss the light fragments off each slowly sliding droplet encapsulating the unintentional hurt torn through the pumice of passions extinguished another feat of pained dedication to the smiles […]
it was the horn soundingthat finally took mefrom holding you closeback into the cold roomalone and dejected the battery half deadthe sound distortinginto a mocking squawksounding out through the quietstretched into anguish the pillow clutched closeno longer my lovejust a rapidly cooling reminderof the oblong natureas dream fades to reality no matter how i positioneven […]
eels in my chest wriggling unrestrained wreaking havoc on internal dismays a moray lurking behind ivory ribs drenched in decedent sin coiled around the wheezing poetic heart inscribed with every word she ever wrote in dream
the lone bee of winter sorrow sluggishly flies barely able to hover over the brown stalks of summer promise unfulfilled the air smells of rain that heavy ozone scent of impending storms it has been this way for days never quite letting loose the flood impending a sail boat on the gray waves buffeted by […]
four thousand five hundred darts thrown at a swaying board on the backside of a braying incontinent jackass at times i wonder at when the well will dry when thewindchimesthebirds thewildflowersthefool thedevilthemoonthecoffee thesquirrelsthevoid will just go silent will my madness eventually reach a point where it becomes indecipherable has it already i will write one […]
achilles’s tendonis that historyforgetshis lover patroclusso impressedby his battle prowessand being dippedin the river styxthey ignore the heartof his tragic tale
swaying with a simian gaitthe pockmarked yellow orangutanpulls itself over the eastern skyto clamber uproariouslyover the incidental frictionssparking in incessant moonlustallegorically acrossthe impudent sadnessencroaching on pentacular fieldsof viridescent vitriol ransack the outhousesdressed in rustic business attirestrutting idiotically a studwith swollen blackened testiclescocksure yet insolently shallowstrike down the bloodlust inthe nascent dreamslurryripened with irrigated trauma passed […]
the breakdown begins at the atomic level the nucleic fabric unravels a random surge of quarks spinning off into the absence between rationalities treading the edge of self destruction as seen from the vantage of the incredible molecular catastrophe wrapped in parchment skin penning the most pedantic odes in a solemn plea to the entropy […]
i see the silent call for help in the deep brown eyes of childhood fear the madness fractured his eyes into greens and yellow as the innocence was taken with every lash in every incumbent sorrow cast
the entirety of my existence is painted in the pre-dawn promise that today will be different each morning spent sipping coffee staring at the ebon skies where the saturation of solar radiation slowly erases the blinking stars i try to lasso each vanquished speck with a muttered wish the words forming a callus on my […]
i had finally found a position, head just so, body angled, foot tapping along with the stabbing in my skull, my body tuned to the exact shape needed to lessen the agony that sweeps in waves with every accidental breath too heavy or impatient blink of the eye if i believed it would help i […]
parked next tothe cemeterywhere the dead leavesswirlpoltergeistsmoaning throughthe rusted iron fenceas the chill of winterthe touch of the graveand the lingeringscent of formaldehydeplaysa subtle tuneover my fleshcutting throughmy clothesto curl aroundmy indecent sins the sun isa wan reflectionof itselfas if shining withthe captured raysreflectedby the moonredirected in itsabsent malaiseas the sparrows songmocksthe squeaking wheelsof the […]
he returned to the pawn shop five days in a row he never spoke just stood at the counter staring down at the rings the silence stabbed at his ache on the sixth day he simply pointed at the silver band with a demure diamond chip and six feet of rope coiled above the door […]
he would run his fingers along the trackmarks on her arm, ignoring the scars of addiction, lost in the hidden design, forming new constellations on her pale night sky sketching daydreams upon her countenance of self inscribed cosmos she was floating in the warm waves, awash with pollutants that beguiled the insolence in every weighted […]
in dream, the waxy rivulets merrily run down the candle; a tiny flame, expected only to illuminate these remains; lost in the velvet darkness a wicked soul is smoldering; hushed cries settle, silent fluttering of leathery wing. i search for you in these winding corridors bathed by the wasteland slowly simmering beneath my pulse every […]
she always knewwithin momentswhat i was feelingeven thoughi neverspoke the wordsaloudshe would walk overand put her handto my cheekwhile staring deepinto my eyesbefore knowingexactlywhether to meltinto my armsor furiouslypress her lipsto mineone leadingto the othernine timesout of tenbut it wasthe knowingof whichto lead withthat alwaysamazed me onceafter we hadfinishedwhat our lipshad startedi asked herhow she […]
juniper berriesdeep blue againstthe ivory driftseach flakereflectsredirectsrefractsthe lightbuilding froma single beaminto anunfettered blindnessthat encapsulatesthe scenein pure whitenothing the juniper bushripe with berriesa snow ladenevergreen againstthe backgroundof blurredmisconceptionthe sparrowshop atopthe virgin snowuncaringthat the bountywas never fortheir greedy beaksyet imagining every sweetis theirs alone
soft motesof sorrowtwinklein the abeyancebetweentrue and false the puppybarksat every noisein the hopesthe masterhas cometo free itfrom the kennel there isan analogytherebut the tasteof amber burningon my tonguehas my mindin another placemy tonguedoingother things lost inthe pavlovian dystopiawe happily plantnever seeingthe bulbsare upside down maybe the coldhas mefeelingphilosophicalor maybethis feelingin my chestthat singsfor the chairto […]
trapped in this four wall apartment lingering scents of her phantom perfume i lay in bed as the rains come down keeping the sky aloft with the tears that drown out the world sylvia and hank red faced screaming to wake me from this shattered dreamthistle as i never really figured out what this whole […]
the pinatas are filled with maggots suckling on the unwrapped sweets tucked into papermache mementos the cards are filled with ink scratched reminders from another time when heroes and viilains were easily deciphered these faded photos bring back the memories when dreams were within reach and happily was ever after electrified desserts course along the […]
sad music plays as the broken voice of the fool fills the emptiness that chokes him from within is there anything real except this constant sorrow why does everything have to be so goddamned heavy that the force pulls these tears down the craggy nothingness of an utter failure staring into the gray skies that […]
there is nospecific momentthat i canrecallwith any sort ofclaritywhen i becamea secondary characterin the storyof my own life at some pointthe wordsbecame the focusas i fell fartherfrom the stage lightsuntil i woke upand didn’t recognizethe collection of flawsstaring backuncomprehendingly now as istumble blindlysearching forthose thingsthe former occupantof this scarred massof ugly indignation soughtup to the […]
a misconception missed connections a misinterpretation in this misery of missing her misconstrued misremembered this misanthropic malady of misgiving misread in the meandering misuse of my misunderstood myopia igetlostintheundercurrents drowninginsyntax inpurposefulmistakes madebyaccidentaltruth it’scoldmyteethchatter asinconsequentialsfall
i couldn’t figure out why i always felt a disconnect to the world around me until i found her and it all became clear my body is right here in texas my mind is lost in the words and my heart is beating two hours behind in west coast time while my eyes keep looking […]
in the quiet i can feel them course through my blood demons whispering soft lullabies i can hear her voice feel the crack across the supple skin of innocence in the quiet i can feel them writhe around my brain stem luxuriating in subtle despairs murmuring hatred into the lost waves of ego supplicating id […]
she tucks her latest score into the medicine cabinet she installed in my chest when the shakes got really bad the only things that made her come back down were drugs and my heart beating softly against her cheek she would pull a syringe worth of my blood out of my vein tap it carefully […]
i hear the chorus sing your praises but no matter how beautiful the words we both know it is my words that constrict your lovely little scar shaped heart every tragedy written line by line down the yellowed papyrus of my soul spells a certain doom as yet untasted so savor the sweet songs they […]
the factories along the highway manufacturing clouds that billow over the grimy cityscape angry faces scowl trapped in single file morose lines of rumbling vehicles spitting noxious vapors horns gleaming in the dull red glow of rivers of lava as the skies open to let the tears of the damned smudge the filth of heartashes […]
i woke in the middle of the night to see the wispy image of a woman staring down at me from the ceiling her features were familiar her eyes rained pure hatred in waves that seemed to contort ferally as she whispered my every failing into the solemn dark the rust dried, a trail running […]
under the woeful stare of the bastard moon beneath malignancy in cratered tombs gray dust compacted ashes of fools that dared dream the incompetent wretches staring at the moon staring at them a degenerate pugilism in the blank faced denial in another world another place they would be launched into the vacuous arms stitched to […]
the privacy fence around my heart is not just to keep myself and those i love protected but to prevent the accidental affections from crushing each of us under the weight of false adorations frequently i cut myself on the jagged shards that once formed a real person now nothing but a collection of scars […]
love letters and suicide notes share the same bones so i sign everything the same way so as to not spoil the surprise
she used to sign every note with x’s and o’s a lipstick kiss in lieu of her name a hint of her perfume hovering just above so when i awoke she had given me a kiss the last note was still signed with exes and ohs the lipstick replaced by a cursive good bye tear […]
./redyellowbluegreen/ the pinwheel spins under the weight of my breath /redyellowbluegreen/ am i just a punchline scribbled in the margins of your defecit[heart] a pinwheel to be spun /redyellowbluegreen/ by the weight of your absent affection as you affect a caring{demeanor} the maple seeds spin lazily to the ground cyclopean helicopters of latent syrupy promise […]
she set me free like lincoln freed the slaves with a wink and a nod to the camera she saw my future sloppily written on the palms of my hands before carefully scrubbing them clean as i slept she was an angel draped in brimstone, smoldering footprints wherever her feet touched the ground, her tarnished […]
she was speaking neruda while i was quoting hank spanish moss draped over the bedside lamp adding an ambiance to the mood she was trying to set while i stomped around shaking bottles for one more sip my brain fixated on the her we both knew she wasn’t she whispered keats in nonsensical rhymes while […]
into the unblinking eye eternally crusted with sleep unslept clouded with dreams undreamt falling into the infinite miseries in unending waves of incessant woe on a cloud impossible in its regularity lies a pomegranate dirt still clinging to the crimson bruise colored skin syncopated binary heartspasms incorporated into the red stained fingers she playfully runs […]
i wear the scars of every incidental adoration in the colorless indentions between the lines written for the her they project themselves into carelessly as tic marks form a callus in the callous disregard shown to intent scrubbed so many unwanted lipstick stains from pink flesh that the weeping wounds from misplaced affection leaves every […]
light flares for the blind sound drums for the deaf there is a movement coming fresh linen for the lepers beneath the gnarled branches of the old twisted oak a pestilent rejoinder from sickness long ago baby teeth hang from memory filament to chatter incessantly on the foul morn breeze bemoaning each tawdry sunbeam refracted […]
external stimuli triggered episodic rapid cycling self destruction is more addictive than any synthetically structured intoxicant you bring your smile i will bring the matches catch a wave maybe the mania can wash us far enough from shore your flotsam to my jetsam the embers float specks of civilization like pollen wrap your legs around […]
the trash blows happily on the cold wind swirling in the causeway as the fool squints up angrily at the bright gray sky hoping for a stray sunbeam to illuminate the shadows across his brain he is learning to cut the things that serve no purpose out of his mind with the surgical precision of […]
coltrane blows a hopeful refrain through come rain or shine as the rain pounds the glass i stare through no whispers to the moon or twinkling stars greet the gloom of winter feebly grasping at the defiant texas sky there is an undercurrent of trapped madness that trips merrily along the high hat metallic shiver […]
she claimed the damsel role leaving him to twirl his mustaches as he tied her to the railtoad tracks of another insipid tale of love gone sour leaving him in a flux that saw a flood of would be rescuers cutting the ropes he never saw them tying as he pined away for something that […]
lost in the pitter patter of penguins dancing across the hoarfrost covering my mind sidestepping the rain falling over this concrete mausoleum disguised fitfully as a city the temperature falls with every aching breath expelled down empty streets in crystalline malaise the potholes threaten to swallow me whole to drown in the discarded daydreams that […]
no matter how tightly i squeeze my eyes shut how earnest the prayers muttered to the silence above the absence within whispered to whomever wherever whenever the only answer is the same heaven is a dream for good boys to chase hell is all around us everyday so i don’t waste my breath on hopes […]
a part of me desperately clings to the pages of this first act time has proven that once the second act begins the hidden aspects eventually turn me from love interest to villain begins to creep along the edges am i the hero in this ironic tale encompassing misadventures through the bottom rung i wasn’t […]
i have burned bridges that spanned chasms between hearts salted the earth in the memory of agonies shared the ugly truth is always feeling lost left love stagnant in the mire filled with the bloated corpses of feral adoration written odes to dead lovers whose last breath carried blackened petals that attached rusted anchors to […]
for a moment the dark sky was a promise of cerulean sanctity over a cold gray land i sit shivering staring out the window as the coffee steams lazily beset by longing and as the sky takes on a rose quartz luster the clouds reflecting the city below i murmur my love into the rising […]
i am surrounded [by madmen and suicides] every word that screams off the page pushes me towards one of the only two options seemingly available for a self medicated poet with too many feelings dragging himself across the broken glass signifying another day staring out the window at a world that is missing the one […]
light effused itself through the canopy in unnecessary bars of yellow a grid filled with pollen lazily suspended in an absence of air briefly i considered myself a cat burglar in eighteen eighties paris seeking to escape with mona lisa packed securely on my back a lackluster ballerina pirouetting through a bastardized war zone slippers […]
how longhave i feltlikea figmenta fugitivea tall talejust the whispers ofan ugly soulthat criespaint smearson the runfrom future sinsa trail ofheart shapedpockmarkswhereverhe restshis cavernous skullthe winding rootssnake throughhis steam poweredinsubstantiality i am eitherthe deficient sumin the rambling odesa paint by numberspoetora shadow box prophetdrowningin wordsno onewill ever seeforetellingan endingthat sounds sogoddamnedinviting the thing is even […]
it isn’t suicide it is just that all the things i love are killing me incrementally these poets with their pretty words that make me wonder if more than a handful ever felt anything at all that wasn’t a goddamned metaphor or buried so deeply that it became an echo of a fractured nothing i […]
i was alwaysa mothwith theaspirationsof a fledglingbutterfly so when i wasburntto a cinderby your flameit simplymade sense it was justmy placein the emotionalcaste systemspun outof nirvana
it was an unlit tomb on a small strip of land beaten mercilessly by the sea; a needle from which a great light once warned of shallow waters ahead. now a frost covered gravestone to an industrious past; a last jutting bone from the skeleton of whalers seeking ambergris afloat on the whitecaps. before edison […]
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