formulas write themselves ( Read more... )

you broke ranks and turned to me ( Read more... )

you've got clay in and on your hands
residue in chunks of creating something,
shaping some idea,
that means something with you.
but no evidence of things erstwhile created
aside from a mess can be found,
so what am i to think that you've been
doing with your time?

proof of getting there
when there does not exist
is never worth being noticed.

if john locke was born without an idea,
then someone like you has got a pretty small chance
of having anything to spread.

night on day at the
origin of groundswell
and the blue is taller,
thicker than the mind

finally,
something you can't comprehend.

years of entry only
leave the bottom sea
that years of thought have
never yet exposed.

foundation falling to puzzle chunks.
it's a time drawn poor for the body
when the brain is shot to crumbs.

if you wanted to find out what would happen ( Read more... )

children and everyone ( Read more... )

spoonfeeding dry ice
to machines
you talk to destroy
not to convince

tell me clear
just which side of the
left are you on

if meeting you were
miles long,
i'd grow up legs
and apologize.
but don't bother organizing.
you look like hell
and it's all wiped
from here.