I met someone as perfectly imperfect as me as all poets in this community leaves and trees, stones, sticks and bees some broke bones and fell from thrones – through this I know I’m never alone enjoying solitude walking LA with drones catching buses and… Read More
Any group in any loop mixed with any fruit all straight and crooked certainly the wolves remain sure footed. All ends are the same aware of illusions in the game as the root is played unconscious sacrifice was made for any troop in any boot… Read More
We write to get away from the places we feel hate, whether undesired real estate or mind state, we all project what we’re thinking when we’re awake, hence all the stalemates. It’s because they slipped in the bad news, swished it in with my booze,… Read More
NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. 