My Address

I could always go home

But home’s decaying

Home’s drying up

I run to another room in my mind

There’s no bed for me

Even the floor is unfit

Where’s my place?

Where’s it gone?

I’ve no place to call my own

Left alone in this world just like I came…

art: miguel linares rios


Cuddle Me

I want to feel you cozy up to me on the inside; you know, inside my feelings. You feel so good there. andre kohn

artist: andre kohn, the kiss

Pain Change

my pain‘s real right now.


absent soul.

beeping out for a connection. touré says move on to the next thing; im not feeling it.

trying to make moves but moves ain’t making me.

this blackness is bleak.

im shifting in multiple directions with hesitation marks all over the planet.

all is looking toward the big d; but, I don’t wanna go there.

my desire is to lie comfy in my bed until the wind changes.

yes, it always changes, rabbit !

didn’t you know?

nothing’s permanent.

not even you…

artist: David Choe