Lagunitas IPA   Sitting in this IPA haze wondering why this winter moon is staring at me with its silver hue. I wish it would stop. Staring that is. So I can fade into my Lagunitas IPA and quietly walk the beach in Petaluna, Ca alone. Walking bare foot, sand laughing between my toes, laughing...

with culted bane I speak profaneobscure morose, masturbating my insanitydilligently scribing my death daystime spent in the company of demonstalking to the world through a fogno one to tell, no one believes meon specters and ghostsfaulty little imperfection I...

A Dragon, Unicorn Fantasy     Once, long before horses roamed this earth, dragons and unicorns, some with tangerine coloring, lived and played, bringing magic and ethos to the land. It was also a time of ice, fire, and pain as humans began their descent from trees, where green leaves turned placid from the...

Midsummer season on my wintry lips, these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.   The sunlight of acceptance, and midnight of isolation.   Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience, I have the free will to question my fate.   This wealth of imagination, and the poverty of my reality.   The...