it’s real when i’m kicked on the pavement & the breath of earthen plaster stuffs my throat & heartache. but nothing is permanent anyways. do i follow scale the mast when you reel. this excessive cruelty makes me spill, slip my knot but how to drop when the air…
Month: May 2019
To Drink
A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
battle plan for bullfight
there’s no I anymore so shut it. what image. what unexpected turn, juxtaposition, if you feel disparate, funked- up, in a funk & the pathos is lost on the audience – the pills attack the pain Here, & Here. my plan—————————– i suppose my limitations – if i break & when I’m…