telephones and graveyards
pitbullied pastors
wild soothsayer forsakers
vilified research
young concrete failure
sticky veins and parallel lives
walk me to church
drop me off for recess
absence
locks
lines
derail, rebound, no time for sound advice
we can run, rest, then watch ourselves to sleep
bury names with the questions that bare complications
no other witness to the slave of nighttime,
careless whimpers of past forlorn roundabouts
i'll keep trying, you keep your pride inventively trim.
a foray of stream of consciousness and momentary spells.
Otherworldy Options
your unhinged authoring suitor.
- sickballoons.
- former record store heir, current food and beverage aficionado.
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