I eat mushrooms to clear my stuck mind. I listen for the tiptoe sound of rushing creeks day in and night out. I scratch my head and back on long leaves, my snout on limbs, and sometimes I shower under certain tall flowers. Think of it…

“Snobs,” our head housekeeper Denise called them in her deep voice, while peering out from under her glasses at me.

I remember having a beer once And feeling like a minor god And I know in some lie you told Your life began making sense And I also know that the mind likes logic But the heart loves chaos I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul

What happens in life when no one is watching?

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The Guy Behind Me only had one item. And he looked too young to fully grasp Loneliness.

dragon -fly skies tumble

Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.

At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world

The candles and my brain flame like a torch

Unless we see it, probe it, Name it, star by star, and feel This awful, tenuous gratitude.

I hate your guts.

ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, / without regret, with no unseemly fuss.

growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…

with binoculars neighbor reads screen text:

The call came...

You know I'm living in the past...