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GrinderIt was time forthe turn around again,and I had liliesin my hair.I smell electricbehind the eyes,a paper fire grandstandalmost lostin orange wat..
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Nothing so SoftI can barely movemy wrist anymore,in the metaphoricalkind of way.Bonded to the emotionsthat only bother me.Or seem too.The weight unbea..
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She Bought a FlowerShe felt uneasy,when their eyesturned to sand.The wordsor lack there of,echoed pasther imaginary boundaries.It was the Cheshire;bro..
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Lucy Come HomeAnd I panickedin the weeds,arguing with the groundkicking soilwith my feet.It was my faultshe left.Or was it?This time I cut her deep;sh..
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DefinitionI threw myself from the moon;an unexpectedbad reaction.Word-roots twistedin spine,a definitionmisunderstood.And I play lightin the wind,butt..
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I AM BreathingShe makes me shimmerin my sleep,in all the good waysof course.Meaning;I think I’ve lost myselfagain.Not such a bad thing.Another b..
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Still on FireShakespeare in a sugar bowl,a coffee grindwith left-handed scissors,this is what I think aboutwhen she’s not around.Putting milk in..
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All The SameAlready;scratching for a secret,she pulls hair outby the ends.Self-examinationin a semiconscious state,reeling in the enormityof the empat..
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Tuning MachineShe likes to shoutfrom broken windows,looking at the streetsideways,brick throwing emotionin a ginger fueled rage.Blistered concrete syl..
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DownhillFalling down holesis my forte,I can always feel the bottombut never reach the top.Quicksand steps are routineslow on the uptake,grated dirt ro..
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