A forest of potential toothpicks
looks out over a sea
holding old chaos in its hands
things broken and unknown
crawl into small spaces
wavering voices from under branches
tinny notes inbetween roots and leaves.
we are dominoes
careening and caressing each other to the floor in a fluid, perpetual charade.
crashing in on one another
waves on glass
until we all become grains of sand.
bound together by elements we are unable to understand.
somber fingers touch skin
touch bone, gripping skeletons smiling, eyeless.
a flower opens
on hallowed fields of cement.
Lately I have only been composed of late nights. Porches scattered with people being and learning amidst gusts of wind We are vast. We bre...
Some combination of nicotine and cannabis and alchohol Pushes me through the sun to get to you. I drink my sorrows. Bass beneath the blind...
A response to Three Word Wednesday I walked along the left side of a dirt road, unsure. one patch seems ominous; I stick my hand into t...
splinters in my feet infected, pus infused from treading boards I cough, try to speak around the maggots squished between my teeth made ...
and if our love was fading water fading slaughter of spent nerves and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest would you tr...