(2013)
As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—
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 ...
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.
I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
I am a speaker from the inside out blaring into everything. Walking through this psychedelic slow motion
I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths
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…
The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
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…
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