i must implant this thought in a seed, a bud, within the blooming heart of an orchid whose petals open wide to let in the sun. i must encapsulate this moment within the soluble walls of a pill, broken apart in to milligrams and put away in a bottle with other similar moments to be…

i drew an ak-47 in the dirt and called it love, i circled it with a heart and made annotations in the margins of the grass to extrapolate through the act some more complete idea of this, of you, and you, and you. i am drunk before the sun has set and i watch the…

drunk on wine in the afternoon, it is sunday and the sun has been to church and elected to take the rest of the day off and so this date belongs to the clouds, all gray and ridden with promise, the wind picks up here and there and re-arranges the early leaves in this autumn,…

we once were the night, perched upon branches in the dark my associates and i spoke well in to the morning hours, the source of so much smoke and sound and so bright we were that the stars watched us turning round and round and for fear we may replace them they burned hot with…

she turns each page with a care reserved for newborn mothers, never bending the corners to mark her place, never dodging that without meaning or stopping short of knowing the fates of those paper worlds, digging past the surface clear through to the other side without so much as pausing for breath or some lesser…

slide across town in the early rain, the first day of fall, floating over the roads in the afternoon on the edge of greatness. i drink piss wine from a plastic cup, bad wine and worse fish, the sun creeps down and the moon up both to watch at my window as i do the…

i’m going on a bender. it has been decided by powers greater than mine, some form rubberstamped and sent through the channels of bureaucratic bullshit. i’m going on a bender, that is what is happening next. the liquor store has wine 15% off on wednesdays so i stumble in from sleep with wild hair and…

the city takes small bites from my heart and so i find myself drinking gasoline and pissing engine coolant on the side of the interstate, drifting across the road like sand in the wind, fragmented and coalescing here and there then breaking apart again to spread myself out, to cover as much distance as possible…

on the water we are magnificent like winds blowing over the surface for miles and miles, never lacking, never losing a moment from hesitation. the sun does not set but melts and drips and drains in to the water a golden mess and then this is how the night is made, from burning drops of…

i drove through the city in search of a drink and i found it and i moved on, deeper still until every corner owned a liquor store and rows of black eyes stared me down from the sidewalks and front yards, but i listen to the blues, brother, i know the taste of poverty, i…