in the sun the weeds of life strangle life
but their roots do not reach the ancient dark
where freedom flourishes


In the corner
On the sill
Under the blanket
At my feet
It's not there
In my right pupil
In my left
In the mirror
In the night
In the crowd
In the rain
In the flower bed
By the entrance
To the park
By the horses
By the trash can
In the pile of leaves
Among the rocks
Among the ash
Beside your after image
Within the looping nightmare
Beyond the void
Within our hearts
Nowhere can we find it


having fun

decomposing ridden with a hundred thousand cuts is pleasure
donning regal silver death fantasy is play
wielding the abyssal power of midnight imagination is easy
pain is a child's toy
and time flies