Having friends is a luxury I could do without. Not only do friends manage to constantly bankrupt you with mundane activities like…
Who pays $50 for a coffee? The slicker of the night creatures, for the right grind.
Remember that timeI asked you to die,And instead of stopping meYou said you’d gladly comply?
like a cheetah chasing aftera gracious gazelle, i springfrom zero to a hundred,hounding the twists and turnsof a leaping…
I am milkman deep in the mud filling every syllablewith detritusafter emotion has bled outand heaved its guts into the street — yet I am…
We are all drops in an ocean, dreamingOf birth and innocence, and life,Of love, happiness, sorrow and painAnd yes, loss and finally death.