Fucked up ( Read more... )

The days creep past me, chin down, eyes to the side ( Read more... )

He always had a smile for me: a dog's smile, black lips and teeth ( Read more... )

 I want to drown my thoughts of you ( Read more... )

 I spend most of the day waiting
moving back and forth through an ether
of intentions (others), commitments (mine)
or the reverse.
And of orders, and of demands
and of confusion.

But I wait for a sliver,
this silver shard of time
that belongs to me (almost)
before the drugs become too quick.
And I sleep without resting.
I regret without knowing.

 Brown dwarf ( Read more... )