Flattened. For serving. Travel to equaling Epitaph. Noticing everything’s better In fiction. Reality, gutter drips. No Regret. Not […]
poetry
Had everything on mind platter, now it’s gone. Should wear this laptop around my neck. Glass, the Zin […]
Categorize my Self as I do the Morning mocha. But you want me to attach word, two maybe. […]
again not liking how close these people to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern. But […]
Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]
Colder. Better writing. More bonhomous than usual. Must be the espresso. Repelling all sour vibe in stride. Thinking […]
Water kissing shell. Think– Coffee. All the writer can think about. Free, no poetry prison. But I’d rather […]
Only 54 minutes left in poetry prison. Deciding if I want to leave or not. In glass, ’07 […]
Tremors in the nimbus, I don’t run– Lessons held, I’m sure I will B shunned. Ever to beach, […]
Pictures, of Little Kerouac, back in hands mine. Now, able to write freely, well as live. Time left […]