"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

Ostinato City, pt. I

~Beads on Angels’ Wings~

Conscience and wit
Work against
One’s own ends
And when […]

Ostinato City, pt. II

~Commission of Craft~

In infancy
Bestial obesity.

Reticently suicidal,
Rent, thus still quite revealing
Propensity
Sparking […]

Ostinato City, pt. III

~Exaction of Exodus~

Frozen in a sea of Philosophical consequence
Choices alight […]