no, fuck you.

What have you done?









Nothing.

cannabUS

NO it isn’t POETRY.
This is organic
Life is luscious
This is without moisture
As dry and cracked as the red veins popping upward toward the surface of an eyeball

Inhale
Hold
Release
Inhale cont…
Exhale.





Think.

transit this

Where were you that night?
Tongue in someone else’s mouth
And for hours you had been looking for me the night before
As I was stuck in traffic
You called her
As I got off the bus
You picked her up
As I walked to the train
You fucked her
As I slip my seven day pass
It slips out when you come.

But you never came.
For me.

it snowed so hard

Why doesn’t he love me?
Because he isn’t who I want him to be
He is and just sits there, being.

What is oneself?
What we’ve carried on in the past?

I’m a strict believer in nature
Nurture is wall street valentine’s day crap.
Love is homogenized, sold in the form of stock. And is as inexpensive as it ever were.
Love is more than one.
Love is many.

Affirmations stop me from killing myself
Realizations stop me from breathing.

america burning

you can’t destroy what I’ve been fighting for
the struggle that’s been endured has been because of what I had to say
i am strong
i am fragile
i am what has proceeded me
i am what follows
ahead of what is
behind what was
beyond what will have been…


…spitting in the air.

and so early man described it well
it fit with appropriate gusto
grunts and touches
significant the next from the last
it’s all done.

i’m so sorry.

it hurts to believe in things

i love you so deeply that no one ever survived the car accident in my mind
the catastrophic pile up and the many fires that provoked the earth to burn
comes no where near what i feel about you.

you're milk in my blood and a constant reminder
i'm so fed up of leaving you alone, of breathing.







space.