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...

Flashback: Sunday Acid Poem

I feel like I’ve been raised by wild beasts. I’m the last of my species. De facto. No one is left to save me or the world. Amidst a calculating muck of mice & men & dogs, I feel grossly natural sucking in New England smells of coastal highway breeze. Somewhere...