Texan based artist.
It is with a great sadness, that today I publicly announce that I am no longer a Marfan barista transplant.
My life is nothing,But an empty corner,Of a coffee shop.
The eagle topped mountains weep.The cracked injured stones whisper, still.
“Sleep doesn’t visit,As we choke on the night. The days all blur into one.
Low flying buzzard.I throw my,Half eaten apple,At you.