Jesus
Son, healer, king...

As I sip the same cup of coffee I've had since...
I dream of the clouds departing soon...

There's nothing for me to grab, so I curl my toes...
If it burns a hole through me, right now, it...

Our stories are forever etched in time,
like a tattoo's unique design...

*Written 1/24/13*
I had a friend, named Jesse Arcane, who loved to...

The salty sweat from their brown skin that...
Their calloused hands are now damaged beyond...

He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...

*Written 5/11/11*
How do I look...

Welcome to my walk-in closet,
where the aroma reeks of rotting flesh...

We both know how this will end,
so don't pretend to be my friend...

Place: Chicago
Time: 1923. Midnight...

My shadow sees my
pain and suffering, yet it...