If I was given the gift, or curse Of knowing this would be Our last night together That there would be no morning No continuation
Category: Poetry & Prose
Take It All In
We don’t have boulevards to forget Our dreams lie broken on dirty streets Nicotine stained fingers prod for meaning Calloused hands wring out the last
Irony
I’ve never cared much for swimming But today, in a moment, I realized I’ve been doing nothing more Than swimming my entire life Through the
Strangers
We speak of rebirth As the morning breaks around us Something had to die before the dawn Could take its hold on the frigid Unforgiving
Closing Time
Today We Celebrate The Death Of all things Thought heard A golden horn Blown, sounding A proclamation That the rapture Is upon us Finally, the
