A Poem With a Painting And A Dead Poet, A Poem With a Hole
Sadness aches, hurts at the top of the throb /
pulses at the bottom.
JAKE
Saturn Devouring His PizzaChi
Opis, what is there to do
Bursting Bubbles and Other Myths
*Inspired by The Garden Of Earthly Delights by Bosch
smash and grab
waiting to return
On my third beer watching "The Decline of Western Civilization"
swords of Damocles hanging over us all
Even the scarred can dream on New Year's Eve
once mere debris - /
now sweep the stars,
every time i sigh i can’t help but think i’m getting a little taste of what it's like to die
A poem