Now we see how the gods themselves Even waver, Putting Easter’s idyll Upon . These ceiling fans Scorched in dim light Next.

The most concentrated and acute sage, Channeling in from the heavenly bodies, Caught you while you were sleeping, Or studying forestry, And said something not only too depressing for your brain to grasp, But undirected at you in the first place, So you should hardly be surprised when Upon coming to your own truth, You […]

There are many things that can make you fall in love, and love is bliss, but also apathy, just as these “many things” are just sunspots making love. Into rooms I’ve sauntered, in a general state of disapproval and making no expression, and within these rooms that I’ve seen true ignorance. That bliss, those thoughts […]

I Will die Someday, . And Now, in this Makeshift lodge, As we All Encompass a Makeshift lodge Of our minds, . I see Shrapnel Deceased in Forests of the akin.

And now instead of this hell We’re wheels churning, . Legs working round on oarsmen’s apparati, Lava nipping, splashing, Leaving little scars.

They’ve Got all this armor, Again, It’s armor I’ve seen and it’s Armor I see, . It’s armor Goes Into order A Pizza and it’s Armor At the cash Register but I caught A corner glimpse Of the horse’s Sweat written Across His eyes like Nothing blank And I Couldn’t help but wonder Was it […]

She’s as sweet as seven moons Covered in honey And she never says “no” To a richening of the mood, Which forever is a change that takes us high above the nether scope, . Passing through all our miles of blue liquid, She lets light fall on all of it, And whatever dances in the […]

We have to weave through each other As half moons, High octane – . The drips of thoughts now vapor, An ergo heartbeat Mining every way of Our ego’s invention

This is miscellaneous day, When it’s possible to be innocuous, Kissing broad-lipped trees, Sipping On half a pint Of an avenue

In wondering why I have an inferiority complex, and how to get rid of it, I find myself taking up space once again in my hardwood room, the furnace running, the epidermic vistas imbuing. We’re all hacksaws. Living with another person is like sharing phlegm. And who knows what goes on inside our bodies. And […]