"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

In hindsight, I remember, I was wrong not that it matters to anyone else high school was tumultuous for many if I made mistakes, I am sorry but nobody cares for late apologies despite the fact, we were only children sharing a brief moment all together in four years, nobody cared about school given most of us were in our first year how lost I became from choices I made the ability to cope from childhood I never had a chance to learn to grow realizing that I was stuck was hard everyone could see it was difficult maybe my brain was warped from all the drugs each time, I look back at connections missed missing out on the deeper relations buried deep in my memory, sorrow effects the way I perceive this moment realizing that all events connect I had no way to trust my own feelings worthlessness embodied my state of mind as an adolescent in a punk band say less, I guess the facts speak for themselves wrong turns, decisions made, people I hurt really, others move on, a...

Do not let me fall in love with you, dear Difficult because the difference perceives objectively, never ... survival counts never discount first impressions, the mind observes how what remains hidden ... deceives trust not the appearance ... the impression lonely as a cloud, I wandered ... renounce every idea that comes to mind, I find trouble finds me easily ... what to do make me an instrument of discretion everywhere there is peace ... I have good taste forget how young you are, how old I am as there is no time left ... no time to waste let me be young ... not a dead, closed, steamed clam let me just die in your arms ... not a clue in the world as to why ... a lonely cloud never to know, understand the meaning lapses of memory ... I am alive only, I do not know ... under a shroud versions of the story ... already dead evidence in the bin ... solvent cleaning windows to see outside better ... I dive into the depths of the ocean, a trench traps clouds from wand...

People try to converse with me, to talk essentially, about things, I say less of course, they know nothing about my life politely, I try to play nice, to walk literally away, or sit alone ever always alone, this world, I bless talent wasted on fools, on my ex-wife remember, long ago, in love, we fell yet, the institution, marriage, a stone talk to the albatross around my neck obviously, the ancient mariner callous, heartless monster, full of bad luck obsequious monsters, a foreigner negligible, a hand for dogs to smell vanquished, born under a bad sign, the blues every mistake possible, compliments reflect the opinions of a stranger say less, entitled and privileged, I lose each time I meet someone I do not know willow branches appear to weep, nonsense inside the mind we share, a hive, danger thoughts hover, a wasp nest, evil, a test haunted by awareness, the picture show mention how good it looks, before not good every time, bite my tongue, say less, no more t...

Trumpery! Things Are Getting Out of Hand The philosophy of the trophy wife rips holes in the fabric of her story until the Middle East destroys the beast murdering women and girls at school, strife practices greed, hatred, and ignorance empty bombed out buildings as a lorry retrieves bodies to bury as dogs feast yellow suns, yolk colored eyes, vultures wait Trophy wife as first lady, the distance hopelessly far between neurons, she thinks intelligence as just a colorway needlessly suffering over the lynx generous full length fur coat just to pay service to amor fati, love of fate Answers to politics, or her lifestyle remain equal with indifference or care empty-handed, she offers to the poor Generously, her nature, without guile empty-headed, she blunders with a laugh twitterpated by old man underwear troubled by what comes next, granny pants score incomprehensible points in Iceland not bothered by the media, her gaffe gets a rise out of the geezer in chief Ob...

If ... sleep is the cousin of death ... just let for God's sake, just let me, for one moment sleep ... maybe never to wake up ... I care little if I die, does it matter ... bet everyone, eventually, one day except not all at once ... morbid ... foment personal rebellion to sleep ... I dare instigate, incite, provoke, agitate sleep ... just let me ... sleep ... for God's sake ... I say to say less is itself too much ... just sleep however, do not snore or talk ... I turn each time, over ... the other side ... I weep can I just get a good night's rest ... I burn old books nobody reads ... I navigate under the surface of the sea ... submit submarine ... submission ... octopus rock in another day and age ... forerunner no predecessors ... no one to admit only pipe dreams ... all my dreams gone ... like dust fine dust ... clumps of dust ... in my eyes ... I shock deliberately, to stir up ... bummer end this life ... just end ... sooner than later as I must ...

Nobel Peace Prize Winner / W ar Criminal No one knew, they gave the Nobel Peace Prize of course, to ... of all the worthy people but why ... why him ... of course, I know ... but no everyone shakes their heads ... apologize listen, with no future ... and history ... Problems of a first-world leader ... steeple echoes the bells in the tower ... and lo as I walk to the train station, I think certain everyone knows just how gory events in the Middle East must be ... not Perhaps they made a mistake ... but Dylan right, and not Philip Roth ... then he died ... caught in a conundrum ... a pickle ... villain zebra in an orange jumpsuit ... no, pink empty the dark sky of stars ... entropy Women and children first, Minab ... witness in his lifetime ... all apologies ... ha! nothing of the sort ... not a word ... soapy nevermore slippery ... to catch a thief everyone looks to find ... unfit fitness rfk, junior exemplifies ... caw! World-weary traveler ... observe the war ...