they sink into you their snide remarks attacking relentlessly damaging the person you were meant to be at one time they looked like monsters now they aren't even that they moved on into their clicks forgetting the shit things they've said but you never forgot no, it's...

I've been to thebitter, dark placewhere dreams aredecorations indilapidated houses,a building haunted bythe ghosts of spring.I tasted the wine ofwhores and convictsthere.I've prayed with thebroken and wasted.I spentdays and months,almost forever withthe feral men andwomen of America inhomes not...

My friend asksme where I getthe fodder forwriting my poems.I tell him, life.He says that's toosimple.He isn't satisfied.I tell him thatsometimes, I sit atmy desk and openthe window above thelitterbox, and lookoutside at theorange daylilies andwait.He says he writesfrom...