Tuesday, August 31, 2021

365 8/30

 


Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
There's a pain where there once was a heart
It's sleeping, it's a-beating
Can't you please tear it out

Friday, August 27, 2021

365 8/27

 


The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here?

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

365 8/24

 


That's what I do: I make coffee and
occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism.
But you shouldn't worry -
Poetry is still first.
Cigarettes and alcohol follow

Saturday, August 21, 2021

365 8/21

 


Up above aliens hover
Making home movies for the folks back home 
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits 
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets

Thursday, August 19, 2021

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

365 8/17

 


Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's going to play you for a fool, yes it's true