Sometimes I wake to
Think this will be the day i...
It’s like I’ve been here.
I can’t decide if...
Why is it I can not say these words?
Is it because I'm scared myself...
Routinely lark, though this day depth therein,
bemused as why the warbling fluter turned...
Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...
Blue lips, and blue
veins...
If soared beside a pearly cradled rose
therein a rattling joy; o' stillborn child...
I am so sorry
that you felt...
20 January 2017
12:00am...
I can’t take much more
All this death at my front door...
Transfixed before a glass walled pillar
filled with sculls of murdered persons...
Oh clerk in black, swinging away with your silent...
the morning grass never stood a chance and it's...