Narrative Paralysis

cylindrical shapes, in place, out of the scope, in vain, we are processing. deep thoughts, etc. deep  water, and so on. anon, so forth go wi...

little do /you/ know how exhausted i've  made                                   made                                                    ...

i remain up and down unphased by the flow of air and the miracle of space. here we are, right where we were placed, with no accounting for w...

 license to old, weather-worn socks. these were the best pair—slid right on and off—knew the feet. mine, yours, equal opportunity warmth and...

the one/able to assemble/infernal songs for the faithless/jams for the unheralded, the unwilling/found in devotionals/top 40 salt in the wou...

little habits become broken lifelines and irregular trails of breadcrumbs devoured by the thieving rodents. and we are circling the big rock...

  end of a line. i hate when people use “for” as a clause  starter. we are not serious people. stop pretending. end of a line. just say it, ...

  growl forever into oblivion we are freed from obligation  duty bound to our vices. excess. drink from the skull of plenty. one soul in exh...

i write simple sonnets and only some are sometimes impressive. only sometimes. unwind the broken clock two times backward, one time forward ...

  sleep, sit with me. ashen path to  nowhere, night time and the dull glow of the horizon meeting another today's  tomorrow. hold me to ...

i don't want you to search out the words that  call to you avoiding the rest of the good word i'm using to litter the poem good word...

make sense. arrange logic on  its axis. add one to another. add  another one to make a home. repeat with another variable. high strung and  ...

grown out of dirt and left in  the sun's waning moments before i let the growing shadow catch up to this game of waiting we've been ...

  so will you see what i told you for what it/is/for what it was/for the sake of/anyone else but/yourself/i can tell/you/i will give you som...

  drops in a/bucket/lynch pin/pulled//too much of a good thing and/too much/pepper/we’ll see the limits-won’t we/dressed in the stained smoc...