Crammond

It’s the middle of June
But here comes the snow.

Humans

Wash away the sins of last night

River

No Moses am I

Fortress

I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.

Rant #1 – The World is Fucked

It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas

Slow Burn

Just a hollow hallucination,
Forced to feel their disgust.

Minority Majority

Undress of my will
To face balances, bills

Overdraft Exceeded

Pay it forward
Till the balance is backwards.

Jump, jump. Just kidding.

Hear as I softly and ever so sweetly
Convince you to sign this dark treaty.

Even the Trees are Praying

Silver linings and thorns, all combined.