Mar 14, 2022

I mention a potion.

The love I feel for him.

Admixtures, mush and slipping.

My knows, my body doesn't.

The word start comes up.

One flower pushing up through the concrete.

It wasn't an accident, he was leaving.

On this day.

Feb 28, 2022

The Aftermath. 30 days of hanging out my window.

Now hold on a minute!

I Chronicle my dope fiending. 

I make harsh connections, I may have killed my son.

No ceremony, just dumbing myself down.

He was holding it like a jewel. Vacuum cleaners dying inside.

But everybody isn't like you. 

Wasting decades.

Too late...

Jan 10, 2022

I bought some food for a guy.

Masks.

Listen.

Birds sing at night.

Do you believe in god?

Stop.

Am I wrong?

It's in my nature.

Jan 3, 2022

Here's what happened.

Whole Foods.

A billion dots.

I thought I might die.

He had it coming.

What is the nature of getting high?

I surprised myself. I hit the switch.

A habit is not a skill.

My son visited me, a shower curtain away.

I forgot.

Behold my hypocrisy.

What the f.

Dec 27, 2021

Saying goodbye a little everyday.

A beautiful life, one to celebrate.

She, my son and eye...

Does she know you died?

Dark days, communicating through song.

Pootie. Rituals

She's fearless, still alive.

Blown out, shot, hunting, she has a pet human.

She's one of the last links to my son.

My teacher.

With her, something is...