reading on airplanes
a luxury I fear I
will now never know
Monthly Archives: May 2015
black eyed haiku
cheap dirty insides
but her heart melts like butter
we paint your eyes black
I feel something…
I get the feeling that something’s going to happen. I get the feeling that change is on the horizon. I know it down deep in my muscles. These muscles they ache, they carry the weight of the waning moon in their bellies. Soft warm places constrict, movement is abreviated.
a house divided
The only way I can DEAL
With this shattered glass
House
Is to STARVE it out
Like a parasite
Like an intruder
Like something that should not have been.
