Her Buddy
Is 
Aligned 
With 
Sun

Good 
Friends

Pleasant
Comments

Coffee
Tastes
Native

Who Decides What Art is Anyway? 
Primitive?
Folk?
Fuck Taste

A

Distaste for Taste 

All Ducks
Those Deciders
Flying Together
Hiding the Ones
That Mean It

“This World Doesn’t Deserve Me,”

He said

Before He Fled

Falling

The List of Always

Still Repeating 

His/My/Their

Heart

Is

Lonely

Their/My/His

hArt 
Is
Wayward

Eye Will Follow It

Til the End

“in the future we’ll be dead”

Repeats in my head

During embar Assing

Moments. 

At the Moment

I am Her World 

So I Will

Stay 

And

Be. 

Brave

I cried in a chair today. 
The cats slept next to me. 
The kids played outside of
Me. 
I could hear them SCREAM: 
“BUTTERFINGERS!” And laugh. 
Sal
Mon
Remains
Fed
Piece by
Piece to my 
Daughter
Tuna 
Noodles
Our 
Cat
Feeding
Her
Was
Rewarding
An
Act 
Easy
Staying
A
Live
To
Help
Life

The knife
Next
To
My
Bed
Thinks it could be easy.

Drew a portrait of Me. 
SMILING
While the knife
Let Blood
Out of my neck. 

Ugly
and Grotesque. 

Haunted
And
Hiding

Reaching
Into the Dark….

Vision blurs with water
Water works
Z
Z
Z
Z
Z
Zleep

That was waiting inside. 
Outside it rains
Inside the same