SWEATSHIRT

SMELLING OF TOBACCO

FOUND IN THE STREET

THE TAMED IMPALA UNKNOWINGLY ALLOWED IT TO TAKE FLIGHT FROM THE MOVING CAR.

CROONING BAR.

IT WAS SAD.

AND PEOPLE HAD

THEIR TIME TO CRY.

DIDNT I?

IM NOT SURE IF THE TIME HAS TAKEN ME OR IF IVE REROUTED EXISTENCE TO WORK IN MY FAVOR.

A DIFFERENT FLAVOR

IMBIBED

TAKEN

SHAKEN TO THE CORE ONCE MORE

AND NEVER THE LAST

MOUTH OPEN, AGHAST

AT THE PERILOUS NATURE OF LOVING ANOTHER HUMAN BODY WHILE IN ONE TOO.

WE SWAM THROUGH THE MOTIONS AND WHEN IT CAME TIME TO DO THE DANCE

WE BOUGHT OUR SHOES AND WITHOUT (UPFRONT) COMPLAINTS

THE TICKETS SENT US THROUGH THAT FAIR FLING HARBINGING A RIDE ON THE SWAN SHAPED BOAT IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE.

AN ILL FITTING GLOVE?

’S TOO SOON TO TELL.

TOO RIPE TO SMELL

THE FRUIT BORE

FROM

THE TREE

YOU LEFT FOR ME

IS STILL JUST A SEEDLING AND A FLEDGLING AND IT’S TOO PARTICULAR TO PARCE OUT ITS PURPOSE JUST YET.

JESUIT SUITS EMITTING BLACK ENERGETIC FREQUENCIES.

FIRE FLAMING AMIDST METAL LADEN GUITARS.

INDISCREET ALCHOHOLIC BARS AMONG THE STARS

THERES A GREAT PLACE AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE