Yogapath. Patamystic. Writer of Words. Boogie Invocator. I’m all, like, a Male Survivor and shit.
I once came up on.
an eagle on a sandbar.
looking over his shoulder.
bloody beak dripping.
with dead cormorant
I Dwell in ImpossibilityA darker Cell than Prose — More numerous of Walls — Superior — for Amnesia —
Screaming motorcycles encircle my housetriggering a fearof the dangers ofdaring to be youngagain.