they spat in the air
everyone dodged the downpour
didn’t watch their steps
05/02/2025
machines do break down
cogs and gears jam and fail
as do hearts and lungs
04/02/2025
after the thin man
words got lost in the effects
less substance more fat
04/11/2025
pulling me under
currents of creativity
I need a brain dam
04/17/2025
saturday nights with
a south Illinois e-whore
and fleshlight in hand
I could not resist
Your lips as you were speaking
Kissed you mid-sentence
Some traditions are
meant to meet a gruesome death,
hence democracy.
Solo arrival
Established companionships
I mourn their exits
04/26/2025
for all who have left too soon
pow, bam, boom and slam
a lot of violence to read
bat literacy
04/28/2025
So this is the storm.
If I can somehow survive,
I’ll see the flowers.