Breathing
So breathe and begin! Two hundred and seventy And then some Days spent blind But now they are nothing Great symphony of sound May it mark the start Like a gun for a race: scream! Great symphony of sound A … Continued
For I had hoped
For I had hoped to be his desperate L***** with delicate curls and made up lips I had hoped that Nabokov’s prose would consume him as it had consumed me but he heard harsh sound as I read a flowing … Continued
Addicted to a chain smoker
In spite of my racing mind, my stumbling tongue cannot navigate the sounds so familiar from tracing the inside of your mouth. My lips will never perfectly surround those sharp words and cylinder of disease, in the same manner of … Continued
The Ability to Obliterate
You were tragic disorganization and a lack of interest, a shallow ocean, a dirty lake, an unpleasant smell disrupting my daily routine, coaxing the tragedy and divine indulgence from me. You unlocked the fireworks in my head and the sparks … Continued