i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
