in another life
I have superpowers
I call myself nightshade
and never rest
I fly around town
kill all the assholes
Don’t Ask Me That
I was told not long agoThat my creativity isn’t shownIn one of my poemsFor me, creativity…
I walked past the quiet neighbourhoodA little on the fringes,Where the sky is blue- er…
Ulukeki is an impoverished imaginary land…
Passing by – your bike purple against changing grass – the reflection went out of my sunglasses
Stymying hill up but climbing down not so easy – I cross a thousand…
Caustic excursions, skinleft to carpet floor — blanking elements of angerwith coffee…
I let the thought of you hold me — sometimes that’ll get me throughsee, the seriousness of the nightcan only be…
Can you come and hug me? I mean, you know… without me asking for it.