the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Cause and Effect

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there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

Overhead my spirit flies
Upon the ground and crimson skies
Whispering winds in moonlit woods
A totem oak once golden stood.

Overhead My Spirit Flies

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

Rhyming Poem

the schoolyard was a horror show: the bullies, the dragons, the
freaks

the schoolyard of forever

flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

Alone With Everybody