White and black cats
scattered around the dwell
looking for love.
I'm burning my throat
with alcoholic lemonade
and my brain
has left
its
place
now.

Walked away from the common spot without saying a word ( Read more... )

I set my alarm for 30 minutes ( Read more... )

Is this how the saggy faces, you see waiting behind you at the gas station, began their lives at my age ( Read more... )

I wished so much that I was dead ( Read more... )

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I have the most vivid dreams ( Read more... )

I'm under-employed,
being turned down
for my safety.
Because unlike certain myths,
apparently,
monsters of the night
are no longer fiction.

And, even in many attempts to explain my travels
the home-state boy always has the best interest.

To think of life before
seems so distant.
The sunshine doesn't seem the same,
these days.
Even a year ago.
I'm in a spin.

Paranoid waste
free-hand Pete.