Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Sugar
There is no choiceIn what I can or Have to be, that isVindictive. I rather it not Come off that way. Finding the source toRefunds and otherwise Gloom. I can only hope theKnick-knacks and theCandy wears off. It’s a glittery World.
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Samhain
The devil’s atThe crossroads Playing violin.
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Rampant Thoughts
It echoes and Makes haste like thisFeverish storm. I don’t know any other Way to put it. It takes a part of me andI have to carry that weight Then own it all as my Own thought. Sever the deals. Make the package. It’s not that hard,I reassure myself. Yet I struggle and Ramble on.
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Jackie
It was depressing,To say the least.Unfound, nonconvivial Nothing new…
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Snaps
Ulterior motives and No spectral sounds. What else could fill The room’s silence but A tank and a book onEquilibrium.
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Crush
I have loved You from afar,Intimately, as if The whole universe Belonged to us. Now I see you Standing thereGel in hair With silver peeking out Over a long haircut. Your new style is much More relaxed. I like it. Now I walk away,I say okay. Then I never know What you’re thinking and I’m…