> Bright and burning in my pumping veins the lonely morning before you rise spent dreaming others’ perfect names darling, there’s only you can lip…

>He is not as he seems bright dependable he is Selfish full of youthful glee humor maybe shards of projection his darkness is real you…

>Where hides the walk’s invasive math he died eyeless now there dead nothing in focus he forges on rallying for the market farsighted feathers nod…

>Pulled flat like confectioners’ sugar settled by a light low wind one leg kicks over the futon’s shoulder drops beside yr prophesy like a body…

>Imperfect mythologies swallow studied now bitter sweet waves from where Gone missing Dante’s crunch no accounting footprints in ash or Chaucer his village Proletariat and…

> Waiting Room #1 transfixed by me-ness the uniformity of actualization “Represent us! Dance our dance! These here our potholes Need your attention, now! You…

>i always begin with i keep off immortalize slow hands in the dark red eyes type a mouse quivering mouth, i don’t want to begin…

>Key is justify nothing & I’ve learned from living here Harden yourself but don’t Be bull-headed, I know poetry & my art will spit in…

>Flowers 2 All the flowers are dead What kind where they? No matter now The light is not quite right They cannot live. Grasslove Slow…

>JS is write teacher to. Loosen up! That’s it Now, associate thought with one day when i was a kid i found a blue dis.…