Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!