Poetry Blogs (kraken)
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
long dead things
its aged frame
from its skin
to the shore
Friday 19th September 2014 7:28 pm
Jail Writings* (letters to self)
-I dreamt that I woke up in someone else's bunk bed. under the mat I found an array of knives, shanks and "evil" shrine material wrapped up in a mess. Guards dress me like a doll. I guess they found me at virginia avenue in minneapolis. not knowing why is the worst, especially because you were there. drunken idiot.
-even time to waste i...
Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 am