my face is on the ground cheek printing dirt art eyes wide and dry with thick thoughts pooling mudmademudman…… wondering sadly do you really think that? inky bitumen winds sticky through my heart lips pit together in a tremble of tired and tacky wordlessness somewhere in a well lit cell my mind spits sharplyContinue reading “do you really think that?”
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
material
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
