screaming at low volumes
the breath of breeze rustling the leaves 3k short and a gun to the head, A sunset never looked so red. staring out a window, waiting to meet god but god don’t live anywhere so i forget what happened there. identities lost, but never gone running never lasts long: out of breath in Colorado, a … Read moreThe End
out my window, a murder of machines flocking to pick the carcass of my Platz, Once so stoic, so patient as it caressed Junkies under the bridge and echoed the smashing of empty wine bottles across the train tracks. But she will be beautiful again, even if it is the glamour of having no soul. … Read moreA Hardplatz
My desire to corrupt is beyond repair, Better we don’t go there. She in black cotton panties and me dreaming an affair, Better we don’t go there. My hand trembling upon her thigh, passion racing to dare; Better we don’t go there. Honest confessions into the gut, I won’t so easily scare; better we don’t … Read moreCorruption
I don’t fucking care. That’s what you get from me. That’s all. i want to die a miserly miserably lonely man. I will be born as a rock. And before I am ready, you will come and build a road. You, with your genius of engineering. I despise and actively work against your engineering. cocksucker. … Read moreI will Not Miss You
it’s somehow the end of the beginning, where the dancing becomes awkward and the drinks really flow – (i’ll have one right now) god damned clean white page! there you go, 100 lines just for you, “Prostituted child touching an old man” and then I jumped I found it out the hard way I flirt … Read moreAwkward Dancing
there are blades of grassthat grow under the snow;how I wish I was them.these flakes of snow fallingfrom the heavens that sent youare bigger than I’ve ever been.Is it love that makes me tiny,where a deep sigh is a hurricaneand heavy footsteps an earthquake?