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…

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

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

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water