i give my girlfriend sharp glances when i’min earshot of the world gone up in flames.we don’t speak when…
A poem
Burnt finger tipsRough edgesExcess gets scorchedSmoke etchesin the centreNo wisp is the sameThe…
This poem is part of a broader narrative of human potential and, like any stage play…
Silent shadows sneakingsix-packs home at sundownThe soul’s once againweepingNeeding empty…
these tears run deeploose on 1st avenue streetwatching my tattered soulstumble alongin a cold cold worldwarmth…
Sometimes I forget who I am