With bone-burning anticipation, I ingest you.Not in sips or tastes, no,I would drown in you if allowed,submerged beneath the skinin a…
There is a girl under the station bridgeWho cries every night…Sitting on an old tattered matStaring into…
At height there is a labyrinthspread out to indicate the waysthings changeSubsiding into mystery/…
Walking on a trampoline and never coming downSomehow that’s the way I feel, whenever you’re aroundWalk a hundred thousand miles and…
I prayed for you. And you never came.I prayed for you. Yet things are still the same.I hoped for…
Low battery. The exact two words I don’t want to see right now. This stupid, old ford has failed me again. This time…