Here it is the grey monster Sadness Sticking it tongue Poisoning my head But surprisingly Giving me verses.

We all live for that hand to hold Don't we Silly me I dream of you tonight Sending me love letters Offering advice on how I could be better Whispering me in the ear I love you Writting me poetry You write well But here you are Colder than stone How do I know what is inside you When you do not show it You leave me alone When your presence is worshipped And I clinge to you I can not let you go I can imagine anything But not...

The ashtray yells There is an angry drunk man in front of me That looks at me And I avoid him My body throws acid chemicals That make my head ache It is raining And I am done.

In art I find shelter I go away from the storm I pour my teacup And burn, burn, burn.

I am tired of this boring landscape Take my hand Teach me how to love How to make shelter for this deranged self I will be grateful for all my life I will never take my eyes off of you I will follow you in hell.

Baby I give you breath I do not fear that pregnancy is difficult I write you down Letter by letter I look at you intently You are my child I protect you With all my force And you make me whole You give me blessings.

He reminded me of beauty; That place I wanted to go Again and again and again. …It looked he weaved it in his hands; I wanted to look at him from afar And feel inside me that need to develop; To get in a better place, From where I were;

I was in the mood for; That evening. I wanted to be in a motel room, Where I had just finished the first sexual act; Lightning a cigarette; Seeing the smoke. And myself naked in the mirrors; Waiting for the next one;

much the dew clinging to grass dawn’s breath on the clover diamond’s without gruff sparking the wind chimes in the autumn’s glades as the sun begins to climb a familiar face to see a hello a new day to live as you take the first day walk smooth and bitter in autumn Collaboration with Atticus Abbey

You said I miss you And I did not believe it I do not know what is the matter But I feel unlovable these days If only you knew how lovable you are How big of a mark you leave on me Like a jagged twisted bloody scar That I display proudly for the world to see You think that you are not missed? Why is it you do not understand? I would lay down my life for a chance to be kissed I would give you the world if it meant I could...

I wish I was your bottle of whisky So that being a heavy drinker you are You would consume me every time She says she wants to be consumed But I dare not drink her Because I am already doomed Maybe she was intrigued by some words that she read Maybe she wants just a glimpse into the darkness hidden in my head Maybe she gets turned on when I write and scream and cuss Maybe some day her and I will just become us Maybe... ju...

Paff puff I smoke you like a cigarette Paff puff And then again paff puff I am addicted to you.

coined by night with closing of eyes shadows fall with a hush of silence and weightless gravity incognito of the dark fading to indigo bleeding into the sheets of the quiet abyss dissolving into nocturnal dreams the dreams of yesterday, today and tomorrow. chewing eternity in the mouth. felt always bitter and sweet oh so sweet. Collaboration with Atticus Abey

As time slips away falling a pocketful of sand in gravity between my fingers of thumb and memory lost in temporary like a clockwork ticking measured in hours among the stones leaving only dust and schizophrenia with ghosts in my Lenovo as time slips away falling listening to the Rorschach echo, “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick” It is the echo of city, be like that, be like this. As I drift slowly on the narrow streets. The...

The albatross ‘victor’ Gets up in the morning And does wing-exercising; Rain is not stopping him this morning; He has done it repeatedly, On rainy and sunny days; He flaps his big wings against the strong winds, Hops in the air And falls back on the ground; Flaps his big white wings another time And hops back to the ground; The albatross has a clear set goal in his head; He aims at learning to fly; One day he knows, he wi...