untitled, anonymous and some other apparition who wishes to remain uncredited

all hail Goya

tied up in sacks watching a burning stick

forbidden fruit and a nice swivel office chair

shouldn't we walk?

and don't make a ripple

sink strait mate

or waiting for the news to end

eyebag skull

whopper spring harvest

my deer worm

moon smear

no trousers day

full moon in therapy; "don't ask about my dark side"

that same old ghost

or nozzle flushed

cleaning my nose today

writing consists of dragging your own broken and bleeding body uphill over sharp rocks towards a destination that's lost in fog

out of idle curiosity I asked gemini AI to replace the figure on the right with Trump but it refused

funeral party heading east

ectoplasmac

helter skelter fun crowd

when the finger blows

making people stew

making people pizza

puddles with fish

it'll make the world look rosy

today I'm going to sit down and poke myself in the eye

end of the world and a lost hat

sinkers