after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost