When it all comes crashing down, really all comes crashing down, you won't be here. Your son will be in his forties, something will spark and the killing will start, the open forests of our country will darken with blood, small fires will burst from spark, souls will flood abandoned homes they will find their … Continue reading A Scream Echoing from Sleep
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Carrots and Such
I am wont To forget the pattern: That those residing in my fridge, Cooling and crisping as they do, Will only see the bright of life, As death comes closer.
Apathy
It is done finished steps have been taken the signatures are signed with pens of hollow souls rolled up dollar bills and one cracked mirror two drops of blood, stretching to reach one another Adam and God sitting on a reflective Sistine Chapel fifteen minutes, sore, broken, dry, wiping away, nothing there, nothing there, nothing, … Continue reading Apathy
Over Thought Over
Trying to break down the patterns of the mind, the looping, reeling, wall of thoughts, that which builds up. I often see patterns in my writing, the looping, looping, loops, curlicues, even now with this pen to paper, paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen, I see … Continue reading Over Thought Over
Time Spent
Six hours in, five and a half make seventy five and they take a fraction of that the end of the year, everything added up, waiting to see what you were overcharged or not. It's all one big game because someone owns your ass someone owns your land your food your kids your clothes you … Continue reading Time Spent
The Intimacy of DeathÂ
Do not fear me. And do not fear you. But do not be afraid to fear the intimacy of death. For there is something delicious roasting on the fire. There is a morsel of something Left for you by the fisherman Long gone to bed And the clock has struck some ungodly Single chime And … Continue reading The Intimacy of DeathÂ
Haiku 97
Innexplicable Eat a bowl of steamed broccoli Fart yourself to death
Haiku 68
Meandering through As if writing were easy This might just kill me
Haiku 63
The concept of death it looms like an empty door open to the void
Haiku 23
But all my fortune did not keep me from my death water deep in chest.
