poetry

You are to me what flannel was to the 1990’s

Grindcore eyeliner

Silent path: scheduled 48 hours and counting

An electric recollected rememberance inside a dream when a quiet neighborhood slept and dreamers thoughts were swept

Memories murdering other memories in cold blood;please approach the bench

8-bit snowstorm

Early morning autumn confessions

Becoming unbecoming

The bell jar speaks: chapter 1 #2

These secrets keep me sick

October leaves on black rusty truck hoods

How to percieve elaborate shadow world schemes and circumnavigate indiviually gift wrapped moments

I searched for you in starlight

White walls painted chartreuse for rebirth

I fantasized myself dismembered as the hurst and days drove by and by