Have Limón or Vuong ridden rooftops? Taken in the city from a new perspective Stared into glass walled apartments Wore their heart on their sleeve Drugged themselves with shots of Jameson Sliced open their abdomen so their ugly guts Spilled on the trash ridden roads below Sat there and counted the …

solitude. serenity. a space so large and so empty. brainwaves escape the cranium and tango to tunes. neuron superposition. thoughts echo in chorus. crashing into the walls like whitecaps. wav files. wisdom wades through the waters. understanding sweeps between the toes of crisis. drowns existing …

Please stop sitting me at white cloth tables Where two faced menus Hide green beans in haricot vert labels My pride is not fed by fine caviar But by wedding cakes And handfuls of leftover candy hearts no. let me be the owner of a Michelin star restaurant. we’ll serve pb&js & half burnt homestyle …

The whir of lathes which hold words in their chuck Which chisel away slowly in low hum Each atom will break stock becomes unstuck Consistency creates fine work when done It seems impossible the way it is formed By a strong little tool so greatly adorned It cuts through metal leaves shavings on the …

stunning and sweet smart, but slightly insane, two marbles tango in her cranium colors fling from dresses splatter upon her skull like clouds in the sky does she know her shoelaces are tied together? no worries her mouth will do the walking jailed in a white room, cushioned by j pollocks which hang …

im sorry is what i heard time after time fell from your lips tumbled to the floor staring at characters how can they be recognized strung together in an anagram misory