Are they really me? Do they look alright?Should the frames be black? Or should they be white?Is the glass too dark? Is the glass too bright?Should I wear them now? Should I wait till night?Is this really me? Do I feel alright?Should my...

  The moth kept pouring itselfagainst the porch light.Over and over.A tiny, dusty bodychasing something brightthat had no intentionof saving it. I understood that.Spent enough yearsdoing the same thing.Following neon signs.Half-empty glasses.Things that looked warmfrom a distance. I was twenty-one,standing beside my...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...

Take the moneyits made of greenno need for water  it'll burn you clean  food in the blessing boxblistering screamorphans and widowstake your moneyholding out their handsfor the mold on the government cheesecash my farm check subsidystill who picks that...