Who knows what it is or what it will be you think of things and then see them in reality I can’t tell if I’m the creator… Read more “a somewhen self-interrogation about the whole bloody lot”
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The Visceral Impact of the smallest bit of Pulchritude on Footslogging Bedswervers
I am in a mood right now whereI want to talk to somebody but I don’t wanna have to payI don’t think it’s a moment where I… Read more “The Visceral Impact of the smallest bit of Pulchritude on Footslogging Bedswervers”
Writing Remains
This hurts.How many times do I need to slice off the same tumor?Alas… Well,You useless conceited bitch of an underwire scratch.The fact that you seem to believe… Read more “Writing Remains”
The Banjaxed Wastrel From the Shifty Edge of The River Can Sing
Mankind worshipsand in that, I am merely a man (I don’t love you, I never did, I don’t know what love is)I create attachmentsso spells of power… Read more “The Banjaxed Wastrel From the Shifty Edge of The River Can Sing”
Fomalhaut
It’s actually very difficult to manage, I said. I’m always the wrong thing at the wrong time. When I was only interested in sex, everybody else was… Read more “Fomalhaut”
Crassulent Doolally Schmuckbait
When I made the decision to love you it was final; it was a decision I knew then that I was willing to keep making, over and… Read more “Crassulent Doolally Schmuckbait”
Temporal Sweetness Profile
I miss you but not in the traditional senseI don’t want your ass back or anything butand there’s obviously a butbut I miss how you used to… Read more “Temporal Sweetness Profile”
The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop
You’ve no sway over your height but you can put on heels to defy itYou’ve no control of the circumstances of your birth, each one of us… Read more “The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop”
Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA
Let me put you down as your favorite pick me upLet me hang around when you’re sure you’ve had enoughTell me to bring it when I have… Read more “Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA”
The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron
…and it’s the wanting more that is so pain-inducingmore minutes, more financial stability, more ways to manufacture palpability masquerading as happinessmore comforts, more friends, more slaves- there… Read more “The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 