All Blank

Tropical horizons of numb walls, Wherein lies my dead mind, impotent veins. Inside of my skins bursts, spelling the blank point where there is no moss, where there is no sapphire Sustenance to soliloquy dreams dipped in blank paints Who am I? A corpse of redundant hopes, a pool of mosquitoes, tortoise eye. Stammering lips… Continue reading All Blank


I see you hanging from the roots of the mighty moon that join the oblivion distance between our naked space. This space is Point Blank. Your screams scratch your inner linings of delicate skin, producing an hour of a shooting star. A river of pervasive murmurs. I walk along, to slurp the pain, the gain,… Continue reading Corona