these terrible buildings glow orange in the morning and the world shudders and stretches further from itself in this vision as immigrants go shuffling to the bus stop and those who have settled in stand on corners with their children bleary eyed and restless in sweat pants and cheap coats. you can almost hear the…

this is far too complicated, there are too many holes in the world through which to fall and not by any means, a reasonable number of exits yet so few ways out of the tunnels we daily dig, deeper and deeper the axiom of loneliness closer to the core, expel this theory, find some approach…

men with purpose, those germane to the universe, those who shed inadequacy like a summer coat, they are not me. men who felt the thrill in the marrow of their bones and composed whatever may have bled from their ego into a symphony of meaning, i do not know them. those who walked the earth…

we are all kings, liars and hypocrites, criers of mediocrity and unimportant things, we carry the banner of 24 hour nonsense and never-ending bullshit. we are all the very same, what one lacks is made up for in another and back and forth, so on and so on, there is no difference from one to…

your chrome skin dictates a more delicate touch, something only native elements possess, wind and fire and water, the breath of the evening, the tips of my fingers interrupting the moonlight shore of your flesh. your hips are something else altogether that i cannot coherently discuss, it becomes a mess of words and sounds and…

i am not shel silverstein, i’m just some asshole with a pen. i drink and i judge, those are my two things; drinking, and judging. the order is not entirely necessary but the former typically precludes the latter. i stand just slightly outside of everything and attempt to capture the whirring maelstrom of color and…

it moves along like a highway cut through this american heart over miles of native blood and ignorance to a beating mecca, a conglomerate of coca-cola signs and mcdonald’s arches, idiot monsters in orbit with fat eyes and wet lips ejaculating in a mass frenzy before miles of television sets all filled with kfc commercials,…

i explode like phenomena, i am ignition and thereafter fire, i am a madhouse on your street where criminals and creeps reside. your eyes still possess a tranquil necessity and i am here burning, burning, weaving flame and sound together in some abstract delirium waiting for the day to pass. i am surrounded by the…

everything was so loud and so dark, so fast and angry, upsetting down to the material of things, a constant stutter and yammer, back and forth, this and this, me and you, darkness and smoke and madness. never ending this struggle, it became then an exercise in the pitfalls of morality, the fucking brown spots…

repetition, repetition, repetition, repetition, faucet drip insomnia, electric hum and the blue arc of death, poor choices and slow egress, emergence from this dark corner, hunger and delirium, headaches, pornography, hubris and defecation. bones popping and skin scratching, yellow pills of comfort, of denial and acceptance, dark hour destitution, bare walls and empty pockets, echoes…