Good Things Happen When You Smile, or When You’re Naked (The Gods Are Still High)
A goddess once worshiped for wisdom shows up barefoot, high, and half-naked, here to remind you truth isn’t polite, it’s primal.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God of L’s and Broken Beats
He’s not saving souls, just lighting blunts and keeping the rhythm alive in a godless world.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God Who Loved Too Loud
He was the patron saint of broken hearts and bong rips, showing up stoned with a lighter, a limp prayer, and nothing left to lose.
Mirrors and Rituals
A raw, defiant, dread. Stubborn pride collide.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God Who Left the Bong Burning
A poem soaked in smoke, heartbreak, and divine indifference.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The Gospel of Burnt Jukeboxes
Where gods crawl through sand and stardust, and the universe runs on scrolls.
To the Last Fucking Breath
A poem had to come out, it did today. I feel fucking good.