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a little whine with that?
Postmortem? For a Scar
Big Money
f Bomb
Flow Motion Poetry
Get Down from on High pt. 1
Get Down from on High pt. 2
rabbit hole
The Faux
Me and My Shadow
Tag! You're it!
All Hail the Spammer (or else!)
London bitches falling down
the mouse that bored
there was a bitter old shrew ( no relation to that dear woman in the shoe)
Intend Intent
Sojourn of Days
The Circle
Reign
To Love
The Value of Nothing
Confession
Depends What Your Definition of Is Is
Dose
Realitease
Karma Collisions
Hole
A Christmas Thought
Psychedelic Tsunami
Through a Glass Darkly
The Laborer of Word
Drop It
The Dream So Real the Dream Surreal
To My One Tender in Years
Mystery One
Brain Cell
Parade of Souls
My Love, My Damnation, My Savior
I Try to Always Remember that When I Go, I Will Arrive
Images of Nothing
So What?
Eclipse
Matter Over Mind (an end to a means)
Your Apocalypse Beckons
This Is NOT a Poem
Give It Up! (take it back)
Hi, how are you?
Die to Live
A Volitive Prey
Can Anyone Remember?
My Strict Headmaster
I AM not here
I Do Not Write Poetry
True North
The Wilderness
Seek
reGenesis
Tense Past
Blaze
Parallel Universes
and the smallest among you shall have power over you
The Write I Dance
un
Lament
Idiot Prayer
Free Will
live death life
this ol' dawg won't hunt
Soul Solitaire
fool's gold
Cant
the daydream
au fait
Decryption
The Seasons of The Dream
Sunday symptoms (hangover Haiku)
nowhere man in a nowhere land
fly in a jar
Stand
blank
This Island
a day for our darling
the guest
a moment of mere days
the age of digital scribblers
the playgrounds of compensation
On This Benevolent Day
Anger Management
if it's all about me, it's gotta be you
dream of the mayfly
of the essence
You Spin Me Right Round
onmaligned
Predators
listening
Falling isn't Flying
Poet's Paradox
Occupy Yourself
The Road
a shot in the arm rarely tickles, cod liver oil never tasted sweet and I ain't yo damn bunny rabbit
let there be whatever
Poetry
in the still of the write
Of the World but Not In It
I was not
The Poem of Life
Traveler's Haiku
the weight of years
this phantom span
life's too short
there are no lions of convenience
days on pensive wing