Fool's Paradise

In the end it always goes like this, symbolizing to me something sad but pure. Another gone year left to float away. Layers of life are specks in dusty beings dying a little more with each skin peeled, a rotting onion in my salad and I am eating it, a blanket...

Summer of '16

Let us surrender to lovely weather undressing my smile when I forget Hold me, fly down surf-like on palms’ leaves waves on the air to embrace you tighter Sounds wrinkle time and crinkle in our wake only for an instant does this occur Pretend none of this counts...

Evanesce

Fill the empty home with emerald trees wide fields carrying birds, harboring all Retain muggle thoughts, muggy blots at best as they all tend to disappear with time Piles of distraction on side of roadkill scrape off miles away but old stains remain Comforting as...