i ran out of gas, on the way home from the party i was given an anvil that fell on top of me and shattered my pelvis, without the thrust required to carry me through the light that i was given, i could not or do not wish to feel that vapor that fills my [...]
the endearing sports man was kind to me, he said he knew what is was like to be free and how free i was to be free. not like the sorrowful sparrow, but still sorrowful like a sparrow, i was endearing to myself and my friends. they all died many years later, like my father’s [...]
a funny thing happened to me today, not unlike the bobby pins that hold my pants in place, i was given an unusual back to school ritual that undeniably considers the rabid taste of the endeavour to be ritualized and taken from my heart. i cannot see what the world was anymore, just a blur [...]
i was irish one day, but i fell from a tree that had my name on it. i decided then and forever that my own world would be better saved by discipline and courage and honor. i could not know how i was to live or be given life, but i would know how i [...]
i can only hear of you from the poetry i have written in the near future, the ones i will write with discretion and integrity, not quite realizing how i got there, how i rode the fence of obscurity into this position of great detail and fortune. with the passing days i find the comfort [...]
i am not the criminal mastermind of an entire organization. i am a bewildered ghost, not quite asking for spirit and not quite asking for warmth. i am the entire selection of living bread that melds mascots and bandits. not quite knowing myself i was initiated into a ritual of a doormat. i am not [...]
of loving and hating and knowing myself, i sing of salvation and partying in stealth. i speak of rainforests and i speak of the sun, but i know that salvation likes near the pun. i take the world into my hands and spin a roll of quarters, i end up with women that speak of [...]
upon reflection, the bastards i knew before have left themselves unknowingly vanquished and forlorn. the tired trumps of reflection have remembered my poetic license and know not why they left me here to die. i have not fear of reflection, no fear of knowing myself, just the only meaning that gives me warmth and desire. [...]
my fault i said, but i could not feel what i ran from or to, i could only say that i knew you and that meant something, something more than i could bear, so i thought just this once, just this instant, i had to do something. so i moved forward, pounced and ran from [...]