Upon gazing at satellites and planes,
I have unveiled the truest imposters of life...

The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...

It's like turning off the hot shower
just when its warmth has bribed my skin...

I imagine, vacant eyes,
the cold of the walls...

I hate you. I hate the late A.M.
and the intervals of wakefulness...

She will break you.
Innocent girl with mama's most expensive vase. She...

Go. Shut the door.
Cover your ears and sleep...

These days, alcohol has become
a catalyst to catharsis, despite wine...

I didn't mean to confine you
to the amusement park of my heart...

Rock and whiskey,
stoning windows...

The limit of 10 PM turned into something-AM.
I still drink and wait for you whilst semi-sober...

Half-drenched hair.
the sky is bruised-black...