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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright

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.

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