Untitled #366 (2013)

Sometimes the world doesn’t sit quite right with me,so I hold up a mirror :    all I hope is that it sees,    in it’s voice,    in it’s words,    things that should send it miles-deep.    knee-knocking daisies–    too timid to get near it.

Untitled #36 (2014)

                            IS            a            i            d                            {no}    *FLASH*PHOTOG    R        A            P                H                    Y                                                    !

Untitled #355 (2013)

i ain’t drunk enough for this shit,but dammit god,i will climb bloody fist over bloody fucking fist,up whatever broken tower of babel it takes; God,I will look you in the eyes,And I will demand you explain your reasons. ain’t no reason,ain’t no damn reason. [please-please-please,kiss me with those whiskey lips,i’m useless in this,i just want …

Untitled #35 (2014)

Suppose it says somethin’ about the sayin’what with the whatever and the who,and the always absent answer.says somethin’ about the sayin’,that I’m dreamin’ just of bed-bound days,netflix ‘n body-heat.suppose it says somethin’,but I ain’t sure what.

Untitled #338 (2013)

Also, I can’t get past a British poets’ society named after an American poetic movement. That’s cultural appropriation right there. Mind you, I don’t think there’s much wrong with it. It’s no different than modern American youth considering themselves part of the Beats. It’s just a completely different situation, different things folks are reacting to. …

Untitled #33 (2014)

A man walks into a bar,only to find out that his time traveling clone put it there in the first place.“You’ve always been here”the bartender creeps,“always.” It’s like that one episode of Community,Or maybe it’s the episode from Buffy,or that one from Always Sunny,it’s probably from the pilot of Frasier I watched… you know the …