I may not be rich
But I have money to spend...
septemper held the corner of my cotton dress and
whispered to me that she had prepared my...
I say I want to place a period
behind your name, but everytime...
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
We lay claim to our humanity
but then...
How does this work should I give up my job?
and hand in my keys; and my rabbit-foot fob...
I'm hanging by a thread here
It's worn and it is frayed...
Struck down with anxiety
Tensions weigh heavily upon me...
Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...
He took off his head,
like an old stench ridden...
The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted...