Right
Light
Might
Fight


Bite?

lou

There's an echo coming from the
shadows (which make no sound according
to science.)

Have you ever heard the echo of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo
of no sound?

Of no sound?

Have you ever heard the echo of a shadow?
Have you ever heard the
ec ho of th e

I can't be here.
Not here.
Not without...
I really do feel sick, I want you

to know that.

THRASHING AROUND I EMPTIED MY GAZE
from the solitary confines of THIS
brain...or...
the shadows. Yes, yes,
they are back again, despite the
medddicine I've not been taking.
Taking.
I've given up freely, the insincerity
of your idea of what is truth. You.
Youu. I'll deal with You in a minute,
friend. My friend. THRASHING.

I spat upon the wall, rubbing in
the saliva, I stuck my finger through
the chalky plaster, concealing
my escape.

a murder of crows

a murder of crows
a murder of crows
murder of crows
if it will
find
one way or another
one way
i removed my kin
it just came off
in flakes
missplaced
i can't
a murder of crows
OH SO WE ARE BACK TO THIS
i can't bring myself to
oh, but you know...

i am sorely affected by the
preceding events.
(even surprisingly so)

business

Just please let me get back to my writing class.
Its my only creative outlet all week.
I thought a night class would be great
because I could sit there for 2 1/2 hours
in a class I like. I didn't even think about
not having it at all for the rest of the week.

Flowing more freely than wine

Never frightened of leaving it,
Everyone weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All through the day, I me mine.

International Beatles Freaks Day.
Celebrate.

In the corners,
the shadows are
darkest.
As long as they
stay there,
I'll be okay.

I sat down here to write something,
but it's much too dark in this room.
And my brain.

one road

Trees are best when bare
and coated in sleeves of snow.
I've got a road that is lined
with them for miles. It's great
in the summer because
the leaves shield the sun,
leaving columns of sunlight
to filter through
the pollen ridden air.
But in the winter...

the best

I mean, it's easy to say its the same now.
Everything's the same now as it was.
Even a month ago. Two weeks ago.
Yesterday.
It's not though.
Nothing ever is.
Especially nothing like this.

sorry about that

here i am