There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...
I regret most of our conversations,
especially the important ones...
there is no going back,
her voice echoed...
You know
I'll have to make the best of this...
The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club...
The darkness may be heavy,
And you may want to atone...
Death,
i see you in the corners of my life...
I, who has nothing,
but the remnants of your...
My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born...
I've slumbered in New York,
nestled within a hammock...
I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...
Are you still there?
I did something horrible, and not the...