Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howlsWithin the wintry confines of my mind.Now is the winterOf my discontent.I feel your veilover my eyes thickening.What is reality? I reach for it,But with broken hands,I can no longer grasp.And now as the veil...

Funny how shewadedinto every singled daytill the pinking sun did setCarrying in her ruckthings she gave a fuckaboutor was too scared to leaveA dozen eggs' shellsto spread before her feetthat one special dancestill left undancedA folded list of faded...

A homeless man in New York found a manhole in Brooklyn that was just out of the way enough to offer him some privacy, so he routinely used it as a toilet. One day he lost his balance and...