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.

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

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

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