Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
