Do I really wanna know your will? Am I really lookin? Is this really real? Hooking my hands on my wheel Tryna switch…
Leave a CommentDo I really wanna know your will? Am I really lookin? Is this really real? Hooking my hands on my wheel Tryna switch…
Leave a CommentYou are not Koreans to me, you who bicycle by the stream, you who jog by the stream or walk your dogs by the stream,…
1 CommentSophia descends the cotton-white corridor That icy Reason shall be more than celebrated; Descends to remind that all is nothingness, That a thing of beauty…
Leave a CommentSugar, Spice, & Thoughtless Trite? It’s a peaking kind of interest that you think you see an angry beast, Attempting to ‘get my goat’ so…
2 CommentsThe prince and the pauper, Your looney-bin father, The petrichor in your nose, A bleeding poet oozing soul, Bangles and tambourines light the way- To…
Leave a CommentTaunting; you do it well, Anger; within your skin wrapped self, And a frisky bird coyly remembers, What occurred that mid morn September, And somewhere…
Leave a CommentYou tell yourself to wrap your head around something solid, So you touch your arm- But it’s only so solid, and only for so long….…
Leave a CommentShe was born depressed. As she grew, at the age of ten, she became psychotic. By the time she was twenty she had killed several…
3 CommentsCats and dogs. Democrats and republicans. Gays and straights. Liberals and conservatives. Spenders and savers. Cops and criminals.
Leave a CommentA drugged high. Outrunning the rest. The world’s rushing past. The land’s hurtling by. Moving as thought not substance.
Leave a CommentIt’s the opposite of cool. You’re strung-out. The world’s passing rapidly. Time’s contracting.
Leave a CommentWhen I come back, Belen, the moon will be whole. I’ll jump over the fence, in front of the door I’ll stand with my heart…
2 Commentsscatter away the gone people they are no longer in effect you are just a dream in the head of a sleeping puppy so don’t…
4 CommentsOn a conveyor belt of sleeping days, I am riding through a cold and gray moving picture of highways and waiting rooms places of suffering…
Leave a CommentLike a half opened closet, With too much past stuffed into it, Like that old,used boot, Who’s mate is a mute, And a granny purse…
4 Comments(Under construction) Cutting through your ego’s red tape, Realizing your vanity has been digging your grave- And self pity excuses while taking on the easy…
2 Commentsplease just let these wounds bleed/ razor blades across my brain/ razor blades across my brain/ over and over again/ counterfeit feelings and choked out…
4 CommentsIf in your dreams I may intrude To sit and watch To think and brood Pondering the pieces I place together Of your idle wonder…
Leave a CommentIn this beautiful place, So happy and sweet, Trees grow with candy glass. There are clouds spun of sugar, That rain lemon drops, Upon the…
4 CommentsThe sky is white, like a big ship in the sky hovers above my house And my feet are bare as they rest upon each…
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