his ears are stones
his opinions explosions
he doesn’t want to hear
sit and think about it
with distilled inspiration
no one else matters
his mind stares ahead
tells himself he’s happy
as he swallows his damnation
—
circa 1987
Keep Diggin'
Worm on the Slickrock
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
Crawl across my foot my little worm friend. Together we’ll bake our…
To the pretty girl in the nudie magazine (I would like to take you to Moab)
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
Now that I know you, pretty girl. Now that I know you…
This and That
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
bad guys in tie dyes wild oats and pigs and goats blow…
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Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
I need to know each one, to taste the rock and swallow…
Notes to a Pig
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
And furthermore, once you are dead, ground up and rotting for years,…
Constellations
Sincerely, Angsty / October 4, 2006
The stars were mine, or should’ve been, so I named them all.…