hard times.

I can’t make it better. No one can make it better.

Just One Out of a Crowd

A poem of alienation

it’s always you.

I think even if my plane was crashing or I had accidentally driven off a cliff, that…

Let It Crumble

A poem about becoming disillusioned of a system of beliefs

Garlic in Summer

saving summer

Swordish leaves skewer sun
(scorn sappy cowering spinach)
suck light through highways of…

That walk into dreams

a poem

I don’t like grey sky 
makes me dreamy,
takes me to those poems
resting somewhere.