From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate
Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary
A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,