i can still recall the feel of the satin lining in the coffin as he lay in a suit and heavy makeup as if asleep i never did figure out if he was at peace or just painted to appear that way to put everyone else as ease in the end it didn’t matter at […]
i have seen the swarming blades like flies on the bloated carcass ripe with gases in the hot summer afternoon of yet another installment of hell on earth danced in the hurricane of murderous intent with nary a glance nor assumption as to which hand holds the end of this wasted life of lies
i had been watching him for days, his beady eyes and think lips always stretched into an angry line on his weak chinned face to say i disliked him is akin to saying pompeii was warm in the year seventy nine, or that water is slightly wet to the touch he smiled and waved to […]
i read somewhere that poems aren’t worth the paper they are scribbled on maybe it was me in a dream one of those dreams the kind where i do nothing but write the vacantness of it i never recall what i wrote in those dreams i dream of writing probably just blank sheets maybe dream […]
sitting alone on the roof of my car in the middle of nowhere watching as the world ends around me it wasn’t the brimstone and fires of mythos no unshackled tentacle faced creature crawled from the abyss the skies were clear with no ever growing meteor streaking down turns out the end of the world […]
potential the sums of so many thoughts of words and whimsy the small cubby in the bed my resting place fan blowing the frigid wind, so much wasted potential, so many fluid forgotten phrases, a life unlived, a song unsung dreaming of another place, where fear and foreboding didn’t win the day, where words spoken, […]
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