Bleeding Sore on face
while conversing in public...
sometimes on hazy mornings
i wake up to see...
When all you have left to do
Is the last thing that you want...
The stale air lingers,
Emptiness surrounds his heart...
Staring into the darkness
Thinking about all the wrong done to me...
I'm laughing, are you serious?
You don't have the conviction to be with us...
She couldn't find stability in things that were...
And only felt alive when things went astray...
Today I sat with
the past mark-making history...
Write gently, miserably
some hollow poems of...
A stuffy bar with women strewn
across the stools...
In a place far away from real
A wondrous place sound and surreal...
Lucid explanations spin a web of doubt
Within the confines on my reason...