THIS IS A POEM ABOUT LURID THIRST AND KNUCKLES THAT DIG INTO THE HEART 11.2.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT THE REINVENTION OF THE GENUFLECT AND MY PREFERRED MODE OF ANNIHILATION 11.1.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT FOLDS OF INTERPRETATION AND THE BEDROCK OF TRAGEDY 10.31.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT A SKELETON AND A DANCING BOTTLE OF LUBRICANT 10.30.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT DISEASES AND A DULL ACHE JUST BEHIND THE EYES 10.29.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT CLAY FACES AND MACHINERY AND THE NEXT DEMOLITION 10.28.17
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT GLASS BOTTLES AND UNHINGED SKULLS AND THE DIM EARTH 10.27.17
The Deconstruct 