A graceless intemperance pardoned into
from dreams, the wasteful and wallets
November rears it's November-y head. Last
"Give me back my October, and extend like wings
on bedroom floors,
the sweet nights,
I lay the middle of this
I swear to do you right, you
I need more
I need more
sand. ...Read more
I brought with me a skill I call magic tampering
so innate, it is where my personality's based. And so I locked myself in rooms,
waited 'til the anger thaws.
I do not want to be waiting for years in this here orchestra,
with their antibiotic eyes and phrenoplegic ears, and their
synthesized vocabularies, estimable lats
I still don't know what synergy means and I hear a ton of word fascists use it on the daily.
It's fun. Real funny, at the sides of the peepholes where people pretend like its their day job
A five to seven overwork, and I am new to this collapsing asceticism
Zoroastriani ...Read more
not to be policed,
but to have fun with as one lives
– Life In the Infinite Foreword
A collection of all the prose and poems I've decided to announce ahead of schedule and/or publish. Works ongoing.
The Incomplete Range
Release date: TBA 2018
The Incomplete Range the collation of selected works from my 2017 poetry where each entry is a dissection of the daily ups and downs. While I'm still working on publishing the entire catalog, you may refer to the vignettes below. Don't forget to pick up your physical and e-copies of my work from Amazo ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
I wrote some welcome-to-my-blog remarks, which you can read here.