Writing
2018
Quest
Looking for immortality in all the wrong places
In the penumbra of life
Through the attic of deathUnAlphabetless
Should I spend the night with JustALizz?
Nah! give her just a minute or two
She's almost in the middle, Mary's that prudish kindda slutThe dried and the rain
Looming atop a hill
Some gallows
They, somberLetting go… there
Let's make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I'll pick you up at the end of the tunnelA play, two play
The shooting stars came out early today
Like home alone brats
Just to playIncoming drought
Adio!
My last kiss
A meager trace of moist onto your lipsIncest
Just because I said I love you
You don't steer
Just because I said I'd die for youThe bald peacock
In the meantime
Love
Between packaged thoughts & wrinkling dreamsOde to Stupid
You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flatsBeen there, walked that
Laden with shoes
His room was
All wornmundane guillotine
What if die tonight
Would your laughter get fuller?
NoMilky men
Fact
Good & bad
True &falseSymboless
Let's meet at + infinite
where parallels roll in hay
where love is capable of laughterOf Else
empty streets
of humans, of fog
lovers forgot how to love, to moanBrats
The shooting stars came out early
today
Like home alone brats