Feeling of Wander

It’s true That when you set out With no objective You quickly get one It strikes you like The sun strikes your face At a magnified degree To wake you up On certain mornings You step out and breathe the air And suddenly you’re not without care But you can do as you So desireContinue reading “Feeling of Wander”

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Wasting Away

My bedroom Has clothes Scattered all around Empty glasses of Old water ornament My end table My pillow’s full Of dried tears and Ugly expressions Somewhere, buried, there’s Two bags of junk food Crumpled up and discarded And when I wake up Every morning I choke Back bile Not just for my own sake ForContinue reading “Wasting Away”

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