Hey guys, I've been busy working on my other blogs (dun dun dun) bohococo and dumbsville , but here oh here is some more poetry for you. And just wait for it: an announcement of an upcoming show to be posted soon to this blog! Holy crapnuggets! (that's not part of the poem)
he lived life in the empty margins of the shopping market parking lot eating grasshoppers and dreaming of morphine and a glass girl who slipped beyond him on morning jogs into the tool shack of a neighbor’s yard. the ramshackled red tin veneer bled beauty into the morning sky
and he assailed on into the mystic with legs beating the concrete with a blue band tight upon his head.