Don’t ask the time.
In retrospect I could see, How I was a very Inaccurate portrait Of me.
While touring the opportunities ahead, Aware that unlike those Who thought they were your peers Who had purpose in time, […]
Utterances of Engulfment.
I sat Clutching at the betrayal Shapeless and In soaking ponds content. To wrestle me Until I married an end, […]
By the few glass cut holes Through which to view, How I am absent In one motionless force, An endless […]
Hang out with your snot out.
Smiling at my bruise.
At least the cords of keeping had the courtesy, To explain their ample entry At a position I had not […]