2nd snippet before november
— depraved senses sweating axes serrating hairs anxious wounds vacuums dry sahara skin awry terror and sliding sins the inability to heal confined in your own mind it’s torture when you can’t keep friends self hating hermit it ain’t easy being red carrying your parents bones in your knapsack one hundred smears of solitude info cripples wrinkled speech ripples across the oceans wrinkled...
dying dreams is a crowded solitude– poet jack storm
things can’t look up until you do– poet jack storm
lil snippet before november
some broken stanzas of a poem- unregulated minds foster the inability, the lack of discipline, that the like minded flock to, that aristocratic hogwash- visit first, examine later, been there and bought that thinking is a selfish sport these days lynched in the uterine prison, serrated labia on your lapel, labeled captive even before you were distilled born, that jagged edge frilly hipster jacket...
new work in november
piles of it waiting to be scheduled with your tea.