I came home to an empty house-
And for the first time I noticed how much stuff I...
it is all still very difficult,
so perhaps I will again begin it all...
my words are a tomb
I bury myself in...
Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...
The pain that upon my heart was wrought
Was something that was not sought...
There is a feeling inside me
I cannot explain...
THE FUNNY MAN
in a busting street...
2/21/24
As I sit here in this room...
Rain caresses away the loneliness
Its droplets as soft as a lover's fingertips...
On Halloween night
a chill runs through my spine and...
What I turn myself into for others is unhealthy:
I’d give my last drop of blood for a pinprick...
The pen before me lies, devoid of ink,
Its barren nib a silent witness to my thoughts...