Do you ever try to let the other have a say do you ask them what they think do you consider giving space and let them play a well he tells me I’m saturating for others like the heavy-handed colors I paint in my dramas I made poeting He never misses a beat to slap…

I made myself real small to learn to breathe with less air curled myself into in a ball like a fish out of water I’m learning to suck a little harder in real time and forgive the edge its sharpness by accepting to live with me peacefully inadequacies are the foibles of being like the…

Your words are saturated with psychic lesions billions of impressions of a marketing driven global quest for romance the modern day achievement built on some imaginary ideal accompanied by the need all the people who senselessly feed it like cybersex as if you could fill the void with a stranger’s mess used at best like…

stirred by the breezy whispers of a question blown on the wind why did you run the breath gently parting the leaves of her once hair where once life coursed with a virgin lust through veins and flesh and cupid shot his arrows love through his heart he, the Sun god bristled down bare-chested bold…

It does not just happen till spring’s met winter and the burn of its chill wrenches away every leaf of your branches cold as the cold wind blows the veneer you believe is you it’s just superficial untested a pure seeming a childish innocence smiling and ignorant then the split of sudden change rends you…

That sudden feeling that you know this smile on this face is familiar but not safe intimately you know this one you see before you is wild untamable suddenly self-conscious you are taken aback And to think you even thought for a juicy moment dripping in judgment that she’d been staring shamelessly at you this…

I chafe at the chaotic happening of everything surfing a wave of uncertainty daily and all the serious well-to-do people who have it all figured out keeping their neat little boxes and call it “reality” but the invented nature of imputation makes it more an “irreality” projected figures dancing what every thing weighs as if…

I am a pile of defects always trying to sort themselves out kinks in a net all knotted up wrapped around a rusty anchor I am a pile of defects an idiosyncratic night road I walk to the light waking to a moan rolling over in the morning then I absorb you like a smell…