(2013)
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
the animals and bugs are my though… crawling and sliding and writhing, running and screaming everywhere in every direction—wherever they w… all at once.
So used to being accepted, Then quickly rejected. I know what to expect. I EXPECT IT Do you?
I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
In a matter of reincarnation and scientific facts, My anima has been automated to trade an eye for an axe. The weary way in which I wallow
Solemn, arcane, Shooting, exploding Into millions of pearls with the s… Eroding, diluting, The oaks are bloating!
A new level of irony has risen from the previously sett… The zombie phoenix has returned. We should feel lucky. Out of all of the places,
When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
Trailing off the desperate landfil… Into my very own lesser known hall… I wind mine through the wind in th… Should you happen to blow by; I’l…
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,