Some dude that writes stuff. "Stuff" in this case refers to reviews, blogs and poems and other flim flam.
Listen to the words, speak in tongues, walk in circles, wait for the answers, see beyond the light, let the world forget, leave your dream here, it's going to happen.
Close enough when lone atoms rise like ships, how can you tell what is me and what is the air surrounding. Two atoms must touch each other, what is there in nothing.
We are in the Underground when I let it all out, I throw you a line and pray you get caught.
A man kneels in front of his bookshelf- does he feel empty when the silence falls. Can we find paths within loneliness, and do we have to build them on tired chords.
His arms around you, you lift me from a vacuum. A last nail in the coffin for what I should never have allowed. The heat you radiate thaws my will and lands me outside a locked door.
Your skin must stroke along the grain, your eyes must always agree. Your curves must be straightened, your voice must warm the frozen. Your legs must keep a secret, your fingers must remember.
There is a dead feeling like dry skin like dry smiles makes outlines in the snow. The water escapes the heat through the air, the gas is building tears, they fall the wrong way.