I have three good pens and the rest were all stolen, borrowed, or left to me as gifts
I don’t want to cry. But this is what is our time — Time of disunity, betrayals…
We used to lay there on our backs on a tin roof the color of a sardine canpeeled back at…
Twilight zombies take to the fragile stageShuffling slowly toward the distant shoreThis…
I don’t want to be cool Cool is a temporary tattoo Cool is for teenagers With restless energy And no direction Its a fad like bell bottoms and…