Untitled #58 (2015)

I could have gone to parties,I sta(ye)id home to write poetry to no one.But that’s the a-okay in today,‘cause my stories,my stories are on.                                                            Yeah, for all the all in the all that,                                        spilt milk’s more of a sob than a cry anyhow,                                             and the dead-eye aim my anxieties have,                                                   seems best broken by blatant …

Untitled #580 (2014)

mikeyj529: stephentkennedy: mikeyj529: stephentkennedy: Synapses fire with a war-for-cheap chatter,that self-same discharge that plasma chars air to vacuum.and those fires keep rising,and them flood waters are rising,but you, you’re ether bound, and damn if that sound don’t just                                                             R E …