(2013)
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
defied by hell beside myself i tried to tell this lie so well. if only my skill
Here they fucking come. For Christ’s sake, of course. Who else would they cum for? Licking their cellphone pops and walking into each other
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…
Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
Mentally choking on paranoid cover… No matter where I am, everything… The corners leap out—one after ano… Trapping the resolve in its reckon… Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk b…
I pay no attention to the forecast… I just blend into the weather. Was it not clever to attempt to tether our pleasures together
I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
With plains so great; the sun coul… Sanctuary blackened by the moon’s… Where only the loneliest crows dev… Before the very first palace was b… There once was a man so betwixt th…
like an electron ricocheting out of orbit straight ahead— SO STRAIGHT! The horizon before me
It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there