poetry

more often than not

i'm...a...snake...dute...dute...dute....

I am a lion. There are certain people who are lions and pretend to be lambs. I am one of many (royalties to the patriarchy). If I unleash the lion, it will eat the lamb and I am almost convinced that I really am the lamb and I fear for the life of the lamb. I wonder if my father when I was young and he woke me in the morning realized this when I was eight and arching my back as I awoke in the bed. Did he shake his head at his likeness in the morning sun? DID HE?

out of habit

my dearest e.e.cummings

The Mere Thought

The Sculptor and his Daughter

Father before Kipling

that is fucking amazing

she is soft like

bandana

In all my drunken glory

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I went to my uncle's funeral for unselfish reasons

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