Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong

He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…

I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,

Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open

I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.

I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,

Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…

There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.