the cream puff war well it it come & goand grab at metil I learn it’s flowya the cream puff warwell, it’s on its wayout the door& with the daythey’re yelling at meon the TV& telling me riddlesof anarchybecause how could I ever existin a world that allows its authoritative media to do this& the… Continue reading Be On Key
This whole time, I've been thinking about what HST would be writing throughout this time at home. He'd call this a well-timed fiasco, dim the lights & bring in the drones. A true comrade. Freak-power for life. Good ole American. Shootin' beer cans in his backyard. The land of the free. The home of the… Continue reading Freak Power
Good morning, everyone.It’s time for me to say something, as we are endearing a historic event full of retribution & new breezeways of public wellness. The mental state may feel shattered, but it is with brokedown fragments of palace we rebuild. The spiritual state is enduring the comments we regret not speak. We are the… Continue reading Checkmate
Thought I saw your name etched up on my tree, Looped in sweet conjecture, spelling along with me. Decidedly of my own accord, transmuting pause along the shore. and yet an offer to move on, and yet to linger seemed choice strong. until that day you waved that I was on my way into the… Continue reading when the circus comes to town
“Now, I know I’ve got a heart, because it’s breaking.” — The Tin Man PROJECT NON-ARCH: 🦋 OPERATION CLOWN SCHOOL 🤡🏫 my 2nd book will be officially published this Friday, 9/13. In honor of the release of this long form prose poem dedicated to my expansion past & through subconscious mishandling, I will be clueing… Continue reading Wizard of Awws Programming
{ 'Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact - and once upon a theme, I found -- the craft - To be, To be, To be, Softly found on the brink of budding endeavors, whilst being two themes. } ___________________ Poem from book: “The Politics of”… Continue reading field notes: slanted poetry, tales of provoken sound
STRAY GOLDEN There’s tragedy in the breakdown but foundation in my fingers. Moving up & down, transposed conversation, in the faith that decidedly lingers. The hues are clueing action and the traction tells of focal laymen, painted gold in dandelion amid exaggerated reason. The liberation of prosperous blessing stacks around ollied walls, and the movement… Continue reading STRAY GOLDEN
Like Thoreau, I feel I took myself into the Wood. In my daydreams to come, I am covered in leaves and singing out loud. I am chanting a beat I am crafting with sound. Filled with the Heart of profound generosity, I reveal vulnerable characteristics that are the me composing. I also see the servitude… Continue reading “Project Non-Arch”, pg. 19
For the past three years, I pandered my energy with submission to pranks and large bass from muffled speakers. I went Gonzo in the crowd, but never made myself scribble down my prophetic speeches. Many a gospel spoke from the distant closeness of a dance-floor or from a temple of Healing, dimensionally speaking, from the… Continue reading Gonzo with the Wind
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