Something sinister Sin has made me dumb as prey Pray for forgiveness
Teacher & Friend
You have me in mind My success is your success You truly believe
Trees Walking as Men
Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.
Apples to Apples/Seven Hills
(An ode to the latex coating on apples, rending them allergenic) … His nail scratches away the thin, waxy surface layer of the apple. On a scale of mites Where things begin to separate Damage unseen until it expands Under the microscope In that land of many hills, The sky is only as wide as…
Drinks. Not with friends though. More so with strangers now so… I’ll drink whatever
My daughter, your daughter too. They’ll cry. No matter why, breathe. Listen. Solve when asked.