Perfect
I catch myself thinking...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...
On this chair, in darkness, it's all so clear.
In control of emotions, thoughts and fear...
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
The house is beginning
to echo now...
Summers come and go,
body aches worsen daily...
I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt...
In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
Out of body
I see myself float...
At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...
I wrap myself
in cotton compliments...