again and again, again.

again and again, again.

again i hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor again. who the fucks at the door? night stand machete laid neatly in drawer revolver neath queen mattress. in case of a quarrel but there's nothing. just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved gun powder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts could've sworn there was something. apparently not [...]

Advertisements

fötter day

you can hear the... suburbia chime, zirconia vertebrae. pearly white spine glass thrown in stone houses, regular suburbia night whirring, rewind. chronicled childhood in olive drab paint monocle glass. wormwood and bottles of shawshank. dissolute solitude, wanderer who wallows in maze en route. delay for tomorrow. never promised today virgin diary. anne frank. marie curie [...]

skylit lighthouse

skylit lighthouse

we spent an hour alone watching our eyes meet our lips my revolvers extinct. extinguishing meandering thought cradled across indifference right into addiction deference to malice. rosebud digitalis reborn grin. while I think about things I haven't before soaked in grimace and gin while I'm singing along philosophers physics. you had me at 'gone' underneath [...]