Intentionally Vaygh

acrid flesh the char-broiled sound down and dirty when she’s not around fucking up all the times we’ve had messing it all up when she’s…

I’m glad that I met you. I’m glad that I let you. I’m glad that we can. I’m glad that we’re alone. Aren’t you glad…

This is a brand new poem, as opposed to the recycled old crap I’ve been posting: A Hall of Mirrors   My face in your…

and let us float through the years, floating by for years and years, until we find the secret way to make our tears go away.…

In hearing all, nothing is heard.   In seeing all, nothing is seen.   In feeling all, nothing is felt.   In all, nothing is.

The closest thing he has is fading away. The closest thing he has is turning grey.   The closest thing he has made him see…