The Worth of Truth

There is a kind of exhaustion that comes with delivery and perfect execution like the hidden fee a service license agreement you have to constantly renew for energy consumed the cost of technology is moving forward into entropy inevitably all systems decay and something new has its day and it turns out the truth is…

The Witching Hour

I’ve been going down all the roads I’ve gone before now the miles ride buttery with the new asphalt laid over the toll the wounds took and the surface once broken now seamless yet I remember them well the circles I’ve closed while I hung on a cross sacrificing everything from the years in between…

on experiencing

He asked me if I am heavy company am I demanding spiritually, intellectually I wasn’t sure what that means I see through the eyes of an almost-queen whose broken profile paints the surreal overlayed like a Dali of poetry a scorpion shaped venus on a canvas of words I refer to the obscure literary rooted…