sado (my own private)


prophecy aligned

an exile of my design

retired hurt, alive



i’m none too thrilled thatear4the voices are mine, again

there’s always something

custerd (iii)

how chromatic of me

to be jaundiced and jaded

all at once

placing finger after finger

scaling jesus’ and jacob’s

crackers if you think about it

when all my life i’ve been

in an abysmal fissure

trapped between not being

brave enough to engage with my life

and not being brave enough

to pull the trigger