brutal, baby

brutal, baby 
this thing, this life 
is pretty brutal 
nothing’s certain, you know 
nothing that’s totally terrible 
and nothing that’s…

We can’t play poets, we’ll turn into them

Poem

“Dream Girl”

Explosions at the Seams, №14

She is a dream.
A princess,
the star of every fairytale.

Poem: My Eyes’ Doom In New York City

My Eyes’ Doom In New York City

Temper the wounds

With cool water

Temper the caustic wounds with
Cool water
Splash yr face, man
& start things anew…