Are my words worth anythingif no one ever reads themJeremiads of dejection and desolationdelineations of desires and dreamsDoes he take any interestin..
I posed no questions before my erroneous conceptionI never asked to be or not to beSerenading deserted streets with dirges exploring absence in back a..
Erasers only smudgesoap merely smearsmy mistakes and misstepsthe many instances in whichreaching a forkin the roadfinding myself bereft of a mapI went..
I lent them my bodyin a parasitic pactwithin which to groweach bone and organevery finger and toenicking a slice of my pneumaupon our separationfrom t..
"I've never done that, I've never been there,"I would repeat countless times in responseto your stories of the many places you'vebeenand all you've ex..
I don't fear death as so many doI've sent him embossed invitationsbordered in black and handwrittenin conscientious calligraphybought the best wine I ..
If in the past you had patronized the sandwich shop where I wasonce employed and baked every single loaf of bread or the pharmacywhere I stocked each ..
My purpose in life eludes meas I desperatelyseek beautyamid all the ugliness of thiswasteland of chaos and confusionstanding shoeless on shoresof aban..