Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Cave of Her Brightest Endeavors

clockwise & test
for music off
how fuzzy is
the candlelight in your regard
beams constructed across
the shaking down the street

try formulating dreams under
ever fallen
early to static
& we all shiver
memory you shared
turn electric shocks
music on

twist & shave in water
a key unlocks
signal unbound
true wooden like bones
have you light
& noise
& a sonnet
composed of music off the street

early to shiver memory
turn electric dreams
under static
try formulating shocks & music
we all shared
you ever fallen

My Sordid Past

I’ve posted this online before, but never on this blog. It’s one of my favorite anecdotes to tell, so I feel like I should repost it here. Read on for the uncanny tale of…

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Dusted Violet

don’t betray my sweet within
to say
without not core cold measure wit
to say but not just to say
chill winded my sweet parade
catch close before we fall into
weep within

caroling con
can’t cast fizzle wits
but stuffed
we sleep
sleep sleep sleep sleep
waking onwards

Composition #66

engines are running
it’s time
for silence
or wherewith to be
all wrapped up like a sandwich
always running
in circles around my own head

& even
so folded up like paper cranes
with a book
propped up to go
get out get out get out
my own head

Today Is That Day

cowards die many
these tugging deaths if
day beware into the technicolor
waves of anxiety pulling me back no idle theme
of ghost
strings today is that away make
no weak & this ache
all by break
but shadows have offended the cinemascope dream & obsession
drifted into seafoam your galaxies
& have & all times before their dream