Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow: Each as perpetually empty as this glass. Dry, or dirty, or wet, or vodka over gin— That forsaken day is but an hourglass, Repetitive, and as costly as my sin. Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday: This bartop counter did not feel as small. Mixing disparat...Read more

There is no light Where depths consume. * * * Twist and turn, Spark and burn; Every good thing Is mine to spurn Like I am king! Like I could cling To fickle flames, The hope they bring, With enough acclaim To fend off the shame Of being the one Who cheats the game. * * * On purpose I hi...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For the trade of personality Against futures of the heart And puppy love sentimentality. I am whatever you say I Am not the one left standing; There is a ...Read more