I work in any amateurism.I 'm doing my best but loooong is the way. I have another blog: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/dogdogdogs
The loose fragments telling of industry.Grievance.
As though a tangent could be touched.
It remains the carcass of their thoughts.
drinking the language of waves.
I woke into a wake. As if that could ever be transcribed
Here, has become something there. A void, not inescapable
matches made in this sky never ignite,
In the infinite universe U can see where your bikes are legally parked -through that hole-
Dark matter devours an angel’s dance floor
She stopped making sense (To make is to fabricate.)
Moon’s vocal score
Friends don’t eat other friends
the light fades the day ends no regrets.
Graduate spider’s web,insomnia unguents and salves,processed pompadour wig & dead poets
The lost & the found