Category: haze

• August 16, 2020

  Rebel

    Rebel he want all the smoke brown, raw tobacco hits unfiltered let it marinade the lungs in bee stings and cause the body contractions akin to what a broken heart can bring unconscious sutures cause suffering as he sucks in the fire the blaze numbs the pain in the thick of the moment he…
• June 4, 2018

  Hope is Close

    Quiet nights envisioning drunken deja vu But for my midday nap I rest on lemon zested clouds   Moths gathered around the sunkissed glow of my flame Mistoques whispered into my ear as though they knew my name Vines wrapped themselves around my thighs as though they were tree trunks The wind lifted my…