silly mess

I can walk uphill, 
but it isn’t pleasant 
I can sleep through the chaos, 
but it’s bad for all my dreams…
I’ll discuss the stupid bullshit…

In Death’s Vicinity

On my knees in San Croce

How I Saw Myself

staring at myself
getting lost 
in wide 
twitching eyes
and gaping 
contorted mouth
wild flowing hair
pinned back
still flying…