the man who became his clothes
because the onlookers beamed, cheered and it felt good. but shallow, shrug that off – because the ends justify the[…]
yesterday
still hangs around, hisses, frowns, pouts that i should do more. today i carried the ceiling, it cracked and i[…]
knock knock
and lust greeted me, took me for a ride through the sky, it was quite the journey, left me high[…]
skin and soul
vices entrap, vices make addicts, vices enslave, the prey understands, refuses not. virtues are repulsive, hard to do, it’s work,[…]
a born sadness
sticks, more sticks, always reprimanded with a cane, rod, words pour down of what i should have been and pleas[…]