My moral self
loudly chastises my lustful self
for thinking about the waitress
and The introvert self
sits in the corner
drinking and plots his escape
there's a book
to be read or written
and its almost
Every time I come home from work I wonder Why did I rent a room above a
bar? Sure it was cheap and close to where I work and I thought it might help
me meet some new people.
It did, Ive met two hookers, who time share the room next door, guy
growing Mushrooms in his closet and a defrocked priest, writing a novel
about Aliens in the Vatican.
On the bright side, I met a cute EMT reviving a heroin overdose in the
stair well one morning.
In the Chemo Forest,
A stand of Saline trees,
drips the nectar of hope.A good night's sleep
results in a new ache
World leaders
There's a difference
Suicide