with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

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…

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

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

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

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

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song