Fuck This.
Whack, Whack, WhackA MoleHow far down does that hole goI will follow you as a desperate escapeTo…
The little night lightyou always bring with youthe one in the shape of the cityit flickers…
In the end, the streets lost their colourAnd the sky ballooned like a beached whale.No one spoke to…
The infinite possibilitiesand even one seems liketoo much.
I Light, Emboldened Mystic, Impetuous imp, Progenitor of sight,Sun of my soul, lie with me…
All my poems start with “I”, “I love, IHate, I stay up or sleep orRummage through drawers…