From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
I thought of a human birth and I glanced up, ’Twas dusk, early and bright still, and close to me it fell
I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to