he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped