This poem is written by my friend Worldofesin   This poem is written by my friend, Worldofesin.You're the beautiful poppyflower that sits in a corner of the big city street in Tirana.You are the last sailing ship on the ocean thats...

Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...

In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

When I’m depressed I go to sleep.It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.I don’t ever want to wake up again.Because whenever I’m awakePsychosis pulls me into darkness.So, I go to sleep!...