Warriors, son.

Needling all the pieces We draw in a little blood Itemized catalogues of insight Heroes all day collect terror Twitterverse practically in my hand now Building slowly, slowly burn Never a utopia… But at least they were not burning down the globesphere But I digress… The snakes and the angels are in agreement on this […]

Feathering my new pages Notebook of two three months still lost Yet press on Do not become more like others Become more of yourself Put something on the line, any little thing Heat set to 68 70 72 74 makes a big difference when millions of times over Roll like a smoker Windows down spring […]