I’m feeling salty, spicy, pepper, lime, vodka, tomato, worcestershire, and horseradish. This Mary just got bloody *sip* savor, taste the...

How might a collision within a division of fusion or fission knock knock intuition? Maybe I’m feelin’ it dependent despondent on foreign...

I am dead. I am dying. I am dust filling space. I’m a memory long forgotten now gone without a trace. I am dead. I am rotten. I am...

I am White. I am Black. A Nazi, also Ghandi. I am happy when I’m sad. But sappy when I’m angry. I’m hippy as I’m stern. Educated,...

I am me In fin it tee Where black holes meet How my eyes see Dimensionless reality perception focus; misalignment two halves joined in...

Instrumental from Grown Up by Danny Brown When you concern yourself in something you are a person whose interesting* Thank you for your...

Higher Grounds’s remedy spices in complexity in Moodus muddy coffee drips powdered grounded flavor sticks wavers wafting within...

Give me Letters Give me words Give me feeling you observe. Swirly girly curly burly friendly healing wake me early  hold me dearly ...

Good ol’ Yoshi offered a ride, dinosaurs pack that primitive pride. — March 21st 1988 a spring thirsty for love and discovery. If...

Lighting connecting electrozap striking ⚡ through clouds of hellfire splitting the heavens smashing his shielding – reflecting – –...

The Seven Dwarfs Happy Grumpy Dopey Bashful Sneezy Sleepy Doc We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day through To...

Weary hazy morning daze… stretching yawning restful space chirping 🐦 birdy relaxed grace wakeful repairs; crispy days. Calm before...

I used to sing to Freckles when he was a ‘lil pup, I’d hum ‘n hold ‘n hug ‘n often whisper, “yo bud, what’s up?” He was mortified of...

With Fozoh’s focus I could construct creations: and so we have. We’ll leap mountains tasting fountains of youth and so we laugh....

I’m a slug in need of exercise, a bowl of jelly overflowing: jello with no flow. Hello, high, this beat’s dropped in a soupy mess of...

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. -George Santayana The horror. The horror. “I love the smell of napalm in...

I too was abused by cruel climbing men whose predatory stance I understand as a man like them swathed by dominance and hate that no...

Race doesn’t matter? Oh please, yeah right… See the blood splatter. Turn on a light. Closed eyes in darkness are spreading a blight. ...

It’s been a long time since I wrote something for others in the public domain that didn’t rhyme an average of three times every line....

An idea is a virus concepted incepted oft false corrected concluded in inclusion of intrusions, solutions, assumptions, and disillusions....