There’s a chance that everyone in the world whom you ever meet Wants you to put on a different impression From the one you do, . If you’ve had a vision of their mortality, The bath they’ll one day meet with dreaded focus Their own light clipped by so many, sonorous.

Where do you go, What do you do, Who do you tell… The fakes, The lonely, . They’ve been Living For centuries and Never seen a thing.

For it is the serial killers who wanted to live most fiercely.

Looking for a face Amidst the orb, . Looking for a shape In the scope of the vortex, . Looking for a personality In the desert Is how you find life.

They say we’re animals that gained intelligence, But I think it’s the other way around — We’re intelligent, Spatial life That gained animalism, The sophistication Of nighttime in a wooded park.

* A rhetoric inspired by an administrator’s callousness to the physical and emotional stakes of domestic American war .. Don’t take away their obstinacy, or English departments are likely to dissolve. I once took a class out in Denver at what was then basically a community college, Metro State, and the class was called something […]

So my mind drifts to Her being disappointed, And she does strike me As some for whom nothing Will be good enough, . But maybe This is why I like her, Which is of course a problem, Summed up in and of itself and Microcosmic of life, As my thoughts now drift to The forest […]

Where Your very flesh Is cargo for the feasting, . People know There’s no Advancement for men, as After You pass Semantics and Religion, there Lies the ghetto, where There is religion, Where, they swear, Nothing ever happens, We didn’t see it.

To me, wandering, She is a woman . And to the men up in the offices, She is a woman, . Which is why She’s always in a good mood.

On Any given Day, . They Could wake up with More love than you’ve ever Known, . And Shine it your way, whether you’re Ready or not.