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.

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

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

I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

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

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold

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

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

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

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

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.

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…

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