Thursday, November 7, 2013



I shout at the mountains
The peaks between the air

Settle down into a swing I do
Drowse into a bite of crunch I do
And gaze lazy unto myself

Weak one alone
Kinda gratisfying
Moments looped to firebugs
Light dusting
I say “colour!”

I am an intern at jesus camp
A two time jesuit tournament champ
A creak beneath your foot

I know you see me on your screen
Baited breathless painted seine
WTFuckopolis 2013

Salamanders draw lines
in the sand

Devotion time