is far away, and closer than a heartbeat is near, but pauses. on breath, shallow, more shallow blue faced now[…]

and i wish, dream, yearn of old times. they’re gone aren’t they? how things used to be, were they ever[…]

paradise is cotton candy masquerading as guns licking up flames on the burnt chair, tearing out ashes from a living[…]

on a spur, on a airy fairy cool aid you sew your lips and speak your mind, every fantasy touches[…]