McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...

Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...

Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is...
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a...

In the time before the fall
before the setting of the Sun...

The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact...

In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...

A is for arsenic
Thats present on potato skin...

I stand and I wade through it
The sites and sounds of a torn psyche...

Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives...

He never thought he mattered
It’s hard to when on your own...

Are you happy
Does it make you smile...