We only smother what we love. Trust us.

The insides of taxidermy…

“I think, There is death inside me”

“underdogs, wayward souls, the hardheaded stubborn fools”

“Pulling apart a house I am walking by. Shattering the windows”

Devotion at the annual death anniversary of Sufi Saint…

“appreciate the music + ignore any god stuff”

“Moss stains
the asphalt’s veins”

“many of us have dark sexual experiences we bury in the dirt”

“heirs to the family “fortune,” the current karmic fruition of our family tree”

“Just you, on weekdays, at noon, for an hour”

“the kind of stoner lame shit that boat people would listen to”

Fly into the charcoal night, then into the balloon of day.

“Spectral tombs rasped traditional Black Metal bleakness…”

“Do you risk it exploding all over?”

Art closes in on the divine.

“how buying one
last orange,
to hold its fire”

“All I want to do
is scream at the sky”

How many times can you go numb in any four-year period?