Lean in further, for I will list
Sing a song, for I am listening

Reach for me, for I will draw
Watch me write, for I am drawing

Hold me once, for I am close
Do it now, for time is closing

love's sating river
streams through adoration's heart
beautiful of theme

Toothless
Lying on the ground
Rain falls
Washing waste from purple skies
Sun sets
The dead man's skin is wet and orange
He melts
A Creamsicle in holy Summer's mouth, and the

Holler sits still
The silent home of broken will
The corpse misses mourning
While, all around, the residents eat
and sleep and lie

I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging
A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes
At store front windows to make sure
S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space

This is a small place, we cook in snake oil
A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves
Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation
Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation

I am neither, born of the expanse in-between

Shrink,
Tiny aspirations, that's us!
Shrink,
Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes

Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon

Shrink,
Tiny aspirations, that's us!

Shrink,
Shrink with me into the night behind the day,
in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

Mammon murdered me
Right around 1:25 am
When he pulld out
And i pulled him back in
Filled me
Then pushed him away
And went to sleep
While he left

Her thought on my head,
Waking up to her dream.
Warmth of my bed,
Relish the doughnut cream.
Poetry that no longer bled,
Flowing in seamless stream.
Watching how the day sped,
Remembering my work team.
I now just need to focus what I was fed,
My self-confidence touches a new theme.
The theme is not self-centered,
Now I watch my work's completion beam.
The theme is now work-centered,
I have found salvation in my eyes agleam.