Loneliness – cereal after sex

Orange doves Silver turnstiles Where have I been the last two fucking months..? Space is like cereal The different shapes,… Read more.

Underwear Heads

Wake up Wake up Time to put on the makeup To face the world with mask on task Smile until… Read more.

His apartment is high and made of glass. He looks over the pinpricks, the massive cluster of skyscrapers. All is… Read more.

What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed… Read more.

Blue house, yellow sky, black tree Stone walls, unruly brush, goldenrods The sun is round and colored a deep orange… Read more.

She is like the light the blue light, that crops life into some picture-perfect kiss and heart wandering I go,… Read more.

this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… Read more.

And now here I am. It’s Christmas again, and I am the only one here. All those words and directives… Read more.