an odd portent slips into my mind its razor shaves my throats skin it leads to a crash of mettle and… then its over as soon as its begin much can be seen in its misty glas…

At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient

her bad moods an ethereal reminder… long after shes left the room; unf… aftershocks come in waves and spre… a blanketed tide ripples across an… as we wait like surfers hoping thi…

Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth

you’re a dangerous beauty like a god of unnatural order, forcing me to rest without peace you smirk a revolutions start, you’re a dangerous beauty

and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines

What does it know as it caws and l… Blocks my path looking back Does it see my life and its slips… And witness indiscretion pull trai… Its eyes eclipsed like marbles rol…

the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker

I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse

If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others

The sacrificial lamb of daily drud… Can cheat death at will, though ne… With corduroy eyelids that keep ou… And ears full of lies and deceit With no one to hear him or notice…

it seems so far away almost out of reach, in a way, last among the tumbling thoughts that mingle; turning hearts hard, beyond all obscure leanings

through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled