Get up under them rocks!

When hunting
for
crawdaddies

generally

all
you spot
are
pollywogs

Seemingly hysterical

Don't
know
if I wanna
scream & cry
or
laugh until I die.

Autopsy pillow

Crawling back
to bed
at end of a day,
a ritual of sorting
decomposition
takes place

where

resting my neck
& skull
on
a metal block
is the only
comfort
I
know

Writing poetry

Picking
dirt
up off
the floor
w/
your mind

Eek & ew

I understand it's sad
that I know
nothing changed
&
the expected order
remained same, when
I walk back inside for
the first time in less than
a week
&
the stench nearly makes
me puke

Let me tell ya somethin' 'bout the gospel

It's only
a reaction
to a tepid
boil

since
we're all
riddled
w/
guilt

Just another day

Of any color

Freshly folded
& sewn
petals

Even the spigots are talking

Crisp textures, &
extended distractions

all for the sake of happiness

Pull yourself up

By
your own
bootstraps,
& then
some

Near denial proof

She was impossible
to speak to

"that's prostitution
& you're fully
the fuck
aware of the facts."

& reason
was the last obstacle
to be employed

"it's only prostitution
if it doesn't work."

in short:
a bunch of coy
bullshit
& trouble
I wouldn't be able
to get her out of in
the end.

Glory be

Feral angel/cat raving mad

An altruistic
method,
w/
ass - beating
ethics.

Watch

Momma Bear said:

NO,
don't bring that trash
up to my door,
'less you want the ground
to shake
& swallow you whole.

there's Your diplomacy

I didn't
make the truth
&
I didn't
make it hurt

anymore

than
it
already did

I just
displayed
it
w/in
the scenery
it
already
fit.

In a stable spin

Built
thru adaptation

in a field
of constant curveballs

Poppies

Today's drawing

Mine?

A ghost
walked up
to my door today,
because he wanted to see
a friendly face.

What them soldiers e't

A
batch
of buzzards
got bit by shrapnel
while circling the sky,
&
got cooked into a pie.

In your fists

Put
your guts
up

Tho

Unconditional
love
can come
in the form of
a bomb.