Mental midgets
reach for the top of the high horse
as the self assured
self righteous
self proclaimed
black sheep huddle around steel barrels
feeding the heat with self indulgence
The ventriloquist feasts on the bones of the innocent
and goes home to the rat-hole
across the street
from the used bookstore
on the verge of chapter 11
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
A thumbtack to the heart,
a momentary migraine,
suffocation in a hiccup.
Every few hours
my body sends a meager glimpse
of what's in store.
But smoke
is a fine pesticide.
And the weather is nice
just ask the mosquitoes.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC