Rice is so slippery fills me with glee rubbing my tummy yum yum yum-me Spicy sweet or savory treat brown through white all choices...

Inspired by Władysław Szpilman and Nazis If you find compassion a distraction then you’re the force of darkness in action. Inaction is...

I treat my objects like they are women I love: with care, concentration, admiration, and hugs. People wonder if life after death exists ...

If the pen is mightier than the sword; I say the camera’s got the gun.* Listen in rhythm in rhyming lips making chaos outta fun.* To...

I’m as complicated as everything it’s no simple matter I’m big as nothing with space in between you are me as we are we connected...

I can’t tell you where this writing starts I can’t say how it builds in parts. But the pain of being an honest man long precludes any...

Every proposition has infinite positions at least theoretically beast mind spirituality we’re wired spit from fire circumstances dire...

As we break in subdivision in these theses we envision onto branded propositions we keep on asking questions Grandiose held theories...

every found item and phenomenon is as ephemeral as everything once was and soon gone I’m weary I am weak but there are still 7 days next...

No amount of poetry internal resonant frequency will let you truly know me as I’ll never know you too. No proper delivery No Acoustic...

Strong by choice truth in voice But what Sacrifice did I make? No knowledge of my mistake when blinded by self-righteousness who is...

I am a virus a swath of bacteria a genetic mess aware in hysteria. I’m a slug reaching for awareness shedding the shells and cracks in my...

We did it. We broke out. But I’m an officer of the law. Though I have no valor now. No honor from what you last saw. My brother Gary...

I’ve done it! I’ve done it! Eureka! I’ve done it! Done what? You ask? Well, nothing at all or maybe rather many tiny tasks in...

ohh boyee I’m cleaNow showered scrubbed shampoo lathered squeegee sneezey cleaney soapy doapy happy laughy relaxed in rhythm...

I’m beat stoned itchy and it’s 9:33 It’s 9:34 and now I need ta shower more. See you soon screen of choice… or maybe pen ‘n paper oh...

Landscape in landscape taken in portrait. The landscape shines outs from windows in through it. Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder ...

My place is slightly musty my laser sticks are green it seems kinda sorta dusty watching the light cut clean. The window reflects...

I’m sure this shit is more real for you than me, so maybe tap the brakes on some poetry. If you could relax ‘n gimme a break; sweeter...

You’re killing it you’re killing me Alive yet dead in poetry Tree of life fruit of sorrow eat it up like no tomorrow and if I might...