polishing off dark
sprucing up strength and vision...
Every 15 minutes, infant is born with with...
Flying high through the hole in the sky...
Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
I SING A SONG
When the days grow dark, dreary, and long, I sing...
odds used as live bait
morsels for bread and butter...
Can you hear that whining sound up there;
A constant sound I've taught myself to bear...
TRASH MEMORIES?
DON'T PREDICT THE PAST...
A giant emptiness is visible from where I stand,
before the mirror in my room...
30 May 2018
6:17pm...
20 May 2018
7:17pm...
14 July 2017
6:28pm GMT...