At Ill Ease

clumsy my friend I am knocking knees on outstretched doors with you gone, amiss is the stern mode like winter bruise long healing wound ouch I am to be, bump after bump with… Continue reading →

Weak Limbs

  in life in all its bourgeois matters shatter shatter bits of tatter platter to the ground greyhounds sounds ratter a letter in my only fatter notebooks filled with casual chatter breaks bounds… Continue reading →