Some people are power washers.
Some people are chainsaws...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
Stop feeling feelings
Because I hate it...
Wanderlust
Sometimes the anticipation of travel...
Why such an old guide?
‘Cause the things I want to see...
Empty
life regressing...
My mind
is the cage...
O'
Dear...
Everything is constantly changing,
like the hands on the face of a clock...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...
[To My Twin Brother In Your Absence]
If you were here, I'd often say...
(Dedicated To The Homeless)
AS I WAITED FOR THE BUS...