private void sounds(everything) { newLines punch-card programs echoing extrapolating competing recursive calls boolean thoughts muffled lost in the arguments of concert halls fooling the void pulses of impulse a beat the mind can dance to and not another everySingleBreath.makingSense(); stop(); this.return(methodFunction); }

We hear a muddled voice, speaking in rhythm and de facto secrecy, repeating…memorized lines…a religious act…or an act of mild mannered madness. Blues and greys fading to black fill the blanks of the walls, a small white bed somewhere in center. A Victorian nonchalance hangs in the air as it does in her hair, brunette […]

A perfect death for its almost nature An effort towards a injested jelly Further a tearing white flash and die just more A dripping grin toweling off Spitting out a barbwire breath to begin again

The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.