‘muscle relaxers and bourbon to bed’   my body a theater of late here the truths and its unconscionable current. i despise me. i despise the way the closeness comes tarnished.  lying woke, and watching, a slate of consumed expression, in-between of my eyes  sharp or dull either and...

‘extra’   tonight indignation listens to me solely but only when billy bush is not speaking. sometimes i worry my mind will explode in a spray of deep verses but the television can always be counted upon to pull me from the precipice.  it has not turned 8pm yet and already i am bound...