I make songsof wrong notes,misplaced words,voice box filled to breaking.
A citizen’s right — Only in America — means Freedom to kill
What Life Is Like in Early 21st Century America,At the End of the Year.
I was calm yesterday. In the pause between shots. When the new flesh, violated, and the blood succumbing to gravity, like water…
All the places I have beenall the places I have seen travelled far and travelled widea place of peace I am yet to find
Ah, Miss Erica!My elegant eagle,soaring so freely high up in the skyI lost sight of youa few times.
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You noticed it didn’t you …
Children speak their peace,Bargain for their lives,Plead for wisdom,In the court of public opinion.