Berkeley

i hope that you can forget as if we never met your intj mask showing a warm body to grow on she don't smile too widely tries too hard to be wallpaper walks forward without hesitation but you're going to Berkeley and me becoming clergy what's the point of pop infatuations? when you're confusing reality…

Inner most

i am that echo silently singing slowly writhing always conniving simple addition chemical affliction life is birthed in closets and attics and pantomime each movement and representation a chess match dance always resting on the cusp of... a fallen angel or an uncharted territory reaping where we haven't sown treading into danger unheading suspicious strangers…

catipillar

heaven knows how far gone the swing sways the school bus delayed in this ungodly hour how we cower and bowing to wood and stone on top of these pillar of bones how I longed to see your face one last time simply beyond this pixelated mess we've made did you have even an ounce…