The Dust of Long Dead Sheep

I almost feel like begging for the big grand knife or the slender shivering blade in these abundant alleyways filled with uncertain strangers with cartoon eyes and teeth yellowed from manic sweets (clowns, jugglers, thieves in sharp expensive suits) but all that they do is kill me with conversation until sleep gravity takes me down […]

It Gets Harder To See The Way

It’s hard to see the stars from the gallows or a smile through tears. It’s hard to see rot beneath beauty hope beneath shame love beneath all that hate. It’s hard to see change at the end of a gun peace through the flames or God through all that pain. It’s hard not to bury […]