Untitled #547 (2014)

Black wall, clounds rolling.Shadow scampering over grass.                                                                            love                                I don’t,                            i do love you                        I don’t               …

Untitled #54 (2015)

I wish they’d taught me in school,that when all reason fades from people,when the course through conversation melts and sags to nothing,when I don’t understand… math will always stay.

Untitled #527 (2014)

Some days– the best days of my life,    –it seems,are the ones you most regret. And I’ve done nothing but look,for those who remind me of you.

Untitled #53 (2015)

dancing that old head bobbed dance,with the will-o-the-why snicking snap,interest levels on low,slow hung gait set to slack-jawed lope.looping cadence crooking “none of it matters”“none of it matters”“none of it matters” but only if all that artifice,is arbitrary armor around ace-ish-ness –added the eighties cartoon. fuck you – added the ninties yeah, I get you …

Untitled #532 (2014)

Sound way        way            way             down. Lights                                         off. wisp-o’-the-will memories flit by,    and now, and now it makes sense.                     and ours, ours is not to reason why…

Untitled #526 (2014)

Some nights you’re the fucker in HyVee with his aviators on,and it’s spittin’ and thunderin’ outside,and you’re buyin’ yourself a fuckin’ months worth of groceries,and you’re the fucker in HyVee with his aviators on. Flip-flops splashing through the puddles,paint covered jeans hold the chill water to your thighs,and your leather jacket ain’t nearly so cool …

Untitled #514 (2014)

it’s a bar connect hot-patch,current flow zap from wire to wire,as you come to my uninsulated places,    and it’s itimate like lightning.                             It’s been years of hot-wires                but you know, you know…

Untitled #52 (2015)

I should be sleeping,but instead old memories whisper, “”“Uh, kid,the whole *falling* in love bit?It doesn’t happen when you’re holding back. You been sad plently long enough.‘cause maybe,maybe it ain’t so bad to tell yourself what you need to think,if it gets the gettin’ by. hell, it’s all the language of the tramp-down anyhow,with those …