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Put your fair flesh against mine. Closer. I want to breathe you in And never exhale. Crawl though my venial red caves, Dance..

Bonfire Soul A Manic-depressive South Florida slam-danced with our anxious souls. Nocturnal soles left earth like jilted lovers, only to retu..

3 If I were to count to ten, Excluding the number three based on its obvious Physical deformities, spiritual ambiguity And mul..

An exercise in defamiliarization.

Some days, my poetry is just another bruise to tend; another victim to plant. Nothing is profound. Nothing is exceptional. The earth ..

Cracked Sunday Morning When the shot rings out, I believe it is just my alarm clock’s mundane wail. Then, the tragedy comes i..

For Poppa Bob. I miss you, you crazy old man. Every-single-day.

Flowers and Butterflies Flowers spit teargas, Butterflies have teeth, I watch your blue skies from beneath bloodshot eyes. I&rsqu..

The Rant in my Pants makes Me want to Dance Put on your headgear, I’m aimed at your face, And this happy place is about to bur..

Collab with Kerry O'Connor