it's hard to look you in the eyes and tell you i failed when all i want to do is give you something to be proud of
fading
loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen
found a prison with a hundred inmates two guards and a king wearing two crowns
i hate it here
quarantine crush
can hear the singing two buildings over three stories up, she's cooking dinner she loves Otis Redding can see her shadow sometimes as she spins by; she saw me once waved and went about she had her hair up, maybe she was cleaning, i wish i was wearing a better shirt- next time
trespassing
broke a promise haven't told them yet rounding the pillars if a cracked skull how to rip a newspaper over shattered glass
yellow feet
in the valley of the fallen we have no eyes bound by moon and leaves we leave our mortal feet in the valley we fall in our souls take flight mirror of a feat you show before you leave we are the valley of the fallen song of yellow scared moths of the flames a… Continue reading yellow feet
shopping demons
she said there was no heaven i asked her what she would go after she said to the mall
messy lap
these eyes will never fall from yours as we walk across moons walk across seas will swim towards land float through open trenches to your arms; frosting- level heads bang like coconuts
feeding criminal
breaking bread with a criminal feeding blood and salt from personal pantries critters self to self feeding beyond fill spewing bones like seeds from popeye's mouth love won't you be free from their violent chains
heavy loader
it is not a shocker to see it all come down crashing crashing crashing into a wall before we toon out
Saint's Muse 