In Defense of the Fire

In the morning I’ll be gone. Not a trace to be found. I’ll be a dream of New Orleans, I’ll be a memory of Mississippi. No Finger Prints, No Hairs disappear… I’ll be gone in the Morning.

We’ll see how the fireflies flash, two if by sea, none if the heart is dead. Patriots of hearts, take heart, Your Pride was lost long ago, now we fight for vestigial appendages. Wait Boys, Wait… let us watch the fireflies to know if we fight or die.

smoking cigarettes until late in the night, imagining dizziness in fingers. I came home to nothingness, ghost parades, victim’s medals settling into the morass of meaningless existence, but existence, still. They crowded around, full of intimacy, full of expectations: desperation of another sort – the kind that causes cancers. I said, “Let’s knock the table … Read moreWaiting on a Super Nova

were i to allow you to suffer at the cost of your soul, i would have learned nothing of the minor suffering payed out from my soul. you mustn’t change a thing, not a thing at all. you must simply keep going! this doldrum of ambition from waiting and waiting is over – you are … Read moredancing on water

panic set of variables dreamt 2 hours out distance to accurate panic set of variables read in from existent pasts velocity increases proportionally

go with my breath out into the trickery of men now that your tears have been fully corrupted. we found our space and were always never disappointed though our creativity was never always emancipated. it’s true i let fear rule me, i see it has crept into you; it was so beautiful when we knew … Read moreuntitled

there’s always a should have, and i either shouldn’t or should have. it seems we are always doing things we should or shouldn’t do. isn’t there a middle ground, where it’s not a place to judge should or shouldn’t have? I would enjoy meeting you there.