there are times in your life
where gasps no longer suffice,creativity burns out along with condolences.
I am a caterpillar;This flesh is my cocoon.Someday I’ll spread my wings;I do not know how soon.I’ll leave this all behind:All sadness…
I feel like Saint Nicholas at the council of NiceaFacing off with a stubborn fool.Nothing I say is getting through to you;I want to…
The middle is an awkward place:Pushed and pulled from either side,I try to carve out my own spaceTo love myself, to have some pride.
Does he tell you I’m a snob?Does he say I led him on?Have I become a shadow in the night?
Who am I really deep down inside?If you asked my friends, what would they say?Are there parts of my soul that I’ve tried to…
That’s not the light atthe end of the tunnel. Shit!That’s a fucking fire!
A film of grease upon my tongueChased by hints of forgery,Just like botox makes you young.A film of grease upon my…
Like one of those baffling foreign films,everything begins crisp and distinct,but smudges…
I made myself a copy of what I should have been,And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see — Underneath my pious rags and cries of…