This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
full, cold-water, facial submersio… eyes closed, holding breath, the park bursts forth with green l… draping down from liberated trees, and yellow—brownish stains of moss…
The chronic, liquefactive necrosis… Except the immortal soul carries o… with all its accumulated scars and… Whose soul is upon my life, to wei… heavily the inflammation of loneli…
I wanted it out of my head. To see it, cage it, shackle it, reduce its power in abstract form, tame it by silencing its shifting… I wanted to smell it, hear it, lis…
I opened my page and saw that my w… They carry a secret message, a por…
spacelessness– timelessness, nightmare awakening consciousness. Hell as anti-spacelessness, anti-timelessness.
did my love, flow in tides, like the ocean, as small currents, travelin round,
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
Pestering funnel of delinquency, hovering in the stratosphere for a… from where we lit the lake of fuel… Spewing and billowing off to the n… forecasting trouble in the lands o…
unwanted connection to my youth uninterrupted stream of consciousn… first memories linger and manifest periodic reminders of what I can’t… my escape from the void
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
