A Letter I Plan to Write When I’m Less Drunk (In the Morning, Perhaps)
Dearest Melpomene, You find hilarity in the harm I cause You only write tragedy through me If only my racing thoughts I could pause...
He is the Lock and He is the Key
He is myth and mischief and magic tricks With a heavy silver tongue, so cruel Never seen a temper so hot Never seen a sinner so cool He...
I Find My Father in the Change of Seasons
This November, Autumn breezed in on leafy, toasted wings of wax . Autumn wasn’t quite content looking up to weary Atlus. Autumn had...
To Write Something On Your Arms
The speechless poet sinks to her knees and shouts silent at the sun, wordless prayer and frustration. Meaningless verse upon verse that...
Rabbit Hole Roundabout
I don’t know why everytime I visit I expect My dollar to stretch a fraction further, maybe Cover the store in a dull green cotton cocoon...
America
I have panic for blood money for veins skin of politicians and power in my name I inhale invention and breath out smog My teeth are...