Dystopian – cereal after sex

I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it… Read more.

Dance for Armageddon

I have licorice guts. Seemingly endless balls of fire, balls of fortune telling. The osprey float. Warm coffee in the… Read more.

There’s a wasp in my coffee And I’m as agitated as a washing machine This ridiculous world around me The… Read more.

“I can make anything happen. There are no restraints,” I said aloud to myself as I drove my car down… Read more.

I had a dream that I got bitten by a snake Down in the Chicago rail system That shining silver… Read more.

People don’t understand why I wait at the last exit of the corn labyrinth. The labyrinth is in a weird… Read more.

On a train Looking out a window As some other world goes rushing by Then I remember How a coffee… Read more.

The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it.… Read more.

There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves,… Read more.

The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the… Read more.

We just can’t anymore. This abysmal toast of every morning. The spotted sunrise. The opiate day curtains. The panic, the… Read more.

War on war is nothing more than war and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets our digital souls manic and… Read more.