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…
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
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?”
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
