I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears

Someday the Earth will open with… To eat its own and save itself fro… This murk we shape from life is va… We bow our heads to the shame we e… You see—you know—and yet you drive…

(Mother, Don’t Read This.) On days overcast when the rain is… And the queen doesn’t growl in her… I’m so here in the now—so here in… Like when I was young, just first…

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

Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,

“Sorry.” Said the glutton to the… “I’ve only got the twenty hark for… “What’s it in for ever on the week… She was only echoed; she could har… “If and when this illness fades th…

Disorder has slaughtered our sacre… Your guillotine lies have severed… One year and a half of four hundre… And the last six months spent buil… For this wall was built with chemi…

I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion

I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,

I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise

Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,