All Alone In Furnished Room With Pee Stains On My Underwear
A Corso Cento
Poetry
can’t knock knock the hustle
Dear Jesus, thanks for the memories
drugs might help but so will therapy
i imagine my fury as if its mythology. /
allow myself ugly. i thrill in the mud.
The Filthy Bass at 0:44 on "...goingtohell" by Miguel
brittle, brutal words /
slowly losing volume
A Poem With a Painting And A Dead Poet, A Poem With a Hole
Sadness aches, hurts at the top of the throb /
pulses at the bottom.
Saturn Devouring His PizzaChi
Opis, what is there to do
Bursting Bubbles and Other Myths
*Inspired by The Garden Of Earthly Delights by Bosch