Natural Jazz

look out towards latticed crust forestry heaving upon the tide of heavy wind laced in crystalline distillate – how sorrowful their posture barren in midwinter dull and grey – fenced off by toasted oat reeds fibrous weeds flourishing amidst the desaturated landscape – at times i believe i’m searching for color – that if I…

Off the Beaten Path

i’m writing poetry through jaded eyes sitting on the floor staring at a dimmed down screen on a broken down computer that reminds me of one of those as-is cars you find in a lot – i’m propped against the wall naked ass digging into the beige shag carpeting in a town that belongs to…