Writing
2014
End of…
If I were to come to the end of the world
Would you be there, waiting? Hungry? Unaware
That you are feeding your dying offspring with my titPassportless touch
On the curvy meadows
Lying
The early dew no longer appearedF-Day
The lightness
Free-falling
FreedUnfriend
I just unfriended myself
To enchant my detractors
Jubilating at my clicked self loathA Long Friday Ago
I hate bugs
I can’t stand bug people
Cocoons lieThe audience of the hope
I let myself go
from the ledge
I was bornTo the other poet
I often dream
Of the poet
Whose qualmsWombless
Once wombless
Death is upon like a testament
Marrow of fearThe Drowning
Hmm... I like your walk, I love watching it
The thickening’s on, the ticking is down
Tick-tack... tick is green; tick-tack... tack is brownDoing God
I wish, I were, I was impotent
While going around the skies
Finding a lost godShe
She was jealous not of me
She was jealous of herself
If another looked at meAfter the crash
I like the way I'm restored
in a new window
firefoxed by the houndsNo Ar
Está nas paredes
Um sonho lento, só, urgente
Muito são para ser dementeMetaphorless
I’d like to fuck mountains in the ass
Forcing their lava subside in the liver
Cirrhotic and moonshinlessof…
I wouldn't start the email with a barren dear or I hope this finds you well...
I want to be polite like a gentle summer rain after the drought
and lascivious like a baby born naturally, I want.