Collide: sex

grumbling  open  white   rather, pale pink  “You better sit tight, now  you’re on for a show”  oh, but I am  tall, golden, opulent  white feathered wings  black feathered tail  red hearted soul  tainted, sin red.  and then me grumbling open  bronzed  rather, sun-kissed  “I’m ready for it all”  oh,


Letters: Do you still believe in God?

Are your lungs a reminder that no matter how you live 

he’ll still fill it with mutilated self-esteem, despicable men and yourself?


late (Salvage)

A little late, don’t you think? A few years, a couple of months and several days late, my friend I’m sunken soil now I’m in too deep I’m maggot food Put your shovel down even if you dig me out, It will take more than that to scoop out my

Broken Pencils

I sketch with ferocity

write with even more
my veins draw for me
write even more
pens and pencils never break then

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