I am asleep now, even before I found sleep tonight. I feel asleep, my thoughts feel asleep, my eyes feel asleep. The lamp I turned on to wri...

Don’t track back me, / and unmappably map me. Don’t keep the collapse / Lastly, track me, No evermore, lose me / Flash me with flashcards...

Rereading this stuff feels like sleeping on my dirty sheets. I am daydreamer, I burn away idle hours. I will write out my voice until I get ...

The Times' Whistle: Or, A New Daunce Of Seven Satires: And Other Poems R. C. (Gent.) Page 23.

the science of  thought and the right of art, the logic and steel will of  force.

I have studied carefully how to speak in confusing and esoteric ways. How strange, my very literacy makes it harder to express myself. It wa...

Please Water Me Sometimes Please write empty things for me Write me empty writing Nothing writing to please me Inquire nothing

The night of day is a blank whiteness, light comes into focus in the dark. We make the light in the dark and it falls away so quickly. Our n...

Everything is happening on the surface, nightmares are reflections of the day fogged by desire.

One is proud who is ridiculous, everyone else looks disheveled. Fictional exits abound but they are trapped. So many are missing toes, each ...

In the terror increasingly fortified the starless sky works above the eve that lifts me up will pique contentment around me is ...

He seeks power, at any cost for its own sake. This is his only rule, his only moral. He rewards only those who bow down to him. Their incant...

I haven’t kept much to myself Have I been honest with myself? Is there something I wish for I don’t know? I know what I want I...

Laughing far away grips me and pulls me down closer and a soft turf raises  and darkness to meet my  step as I walk into  the dark....

I wait and I sleep. As I silently wait I walk. How do I walk? I walk silently. I sleep little, because I dream, but I dream quietl...