A fake songMy brother and I sing After the sun sets, stinging Fireflies from the stream of our timeJul 21Jul 21
Used Iliad, Torn page OdysseyThe five penny shaving cream, my old school razor. You moved them from near the sink, then you walked across the freezer.Mar 41Mar 41
Published inILLUMINATIONFreedomMostly — As for me, I pick my nose. Butter spread on my toast. I drink my tea. I think, I am free.Oct 22, 2023Oct 22, 2023
Published inILLUMINATIONThe HangingIf you have come to see a frightening They aren’t made anymore with a gun No casings will you find remaining Below stained, no-graffiti…Sep 7, 2023Sep 7, 2023
The drunkYou are scared to come to my iron door It’s not even midnight You feet will get no sores You can come And jangle the iron door Do you…Aug 19, 2023Aug 19, 2023
Published inILLUMINATIONLi’l babyMy li’l baby is in town She didn’t rant, She doesn’t rave She isn’t down.Jun 12, 2023Jun 12, 2023
Published inILLUMINATIONI ain’t sellingAmy — Listen up The sun was almighty, like every Midnightly, when I drink.May 7, 2023May 7, 2023
