#31: Your Bed

The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.


#28: Puzzle

I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading #28: Puzzle