(2013)
It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
In case you vow to drown my love i… Without my mind inclined to see th… I hope you know, I live and thriv… I’ll torch the bridge before you r… The will I sow, I do, with what…
Means Absolutely nothing To me. Always has. Always will.
Set inside a suburban puzzle Of which I solved 2 years prior. It’s a plain house. One point two. But not that I know of….
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
Lightsaber-toothed styled liars slay the monarch of truth with denial and desire; sharp and swift—smile of fire— And all of this teething is leavin…
“How do you say ‘I must’ in Angel… Oh yeah, you don’t. It’s just ins… So, the deal is That I have to suffer so everyone… It’s a stupid necessity.
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Sinking yet rising with mighty suspension impeccable snowflake of
I pay no attention to the forecast… I just blend into the weather. Was it not clever to attempt to tether our pleasures together
A fathomless ideal in transient de… You impossible impostor posing for… Did you think at some millionth mi… "I don’t mind the aches that you m… No! I do! —I am not in this mess