Good poetry is clever. Great poetry is truth.
I’m in love. I’m in pain. I’m in love. I’m in pain. I’m in love. I’m in pain… I’m in love.
I once wrote a woman a letter penned in my own blood but I had disposed of it before I could mail it in fear that she would think me mad and rightfully so because it seems the only creatures that would truly understand passion these days are the ones that stagger across the common […]
I fell in love with my first cousin. Yeah, I know. But I’m not ashamed of it. You should have met her then you might understand. My last night in Buenos Aires we got drunk and I put my hand on her knee. That was it. I realized what I was doing and removed it […]
After all the beautiful woman have fucked your soul until there is nothing left. After everywhere you go all you see are the damned -the expressionless eyes hanging lifelessly over vacant grins -the halfwit producers of the mounds of consumer waste piling up at the edges of the earth for nothing. After everything you touch […]
I was at the bar and looked beside me. A young black girl with orange hair and purple lips was standing right there looking at me. I returned to minding my drink. I knew from those eyes that there was something wrong with her and I wasn’t very interested in finding out what that was. […]