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...

Never try to knowwhat the eyes don't saythe air stopsthe hands pretendbut never tryguessing what the eyesdo not say...

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...