We went for a drive,
And I took you where you had
Never been before.
Tag: memoir
Benno and Bruno
Horses galloping
Over the countryside, five
Four, three, one, no. How
Many times can I
Say it, you lazy spoiled
Brat? Sloppiness, your
Mother’s, must I slap
It out of you? Goddamnit
This makes me mad. You
Have so much wasted
Potential, do I have to
Shake it out of you!
Ars Longa, Vita Brevis
If suffering makes
Great art, then I am truly
Bill fucking Shakespeare
Horns
Ever have I lived
On the horns of dilemma
Harmony or truth?
Screwed Up
You taught me that no
One would love me again, and
That was never true.
Remnant
For though his soul fled
Long ago, still his heart was
Theirs to ever tear.
Peter’s Stroke
Waxing his fender,
His eyes filled with blood, he was
Struck from this world
Daniel’s Cancer
Cut, poisoned and burnt,
Still the black weed grew and choked
His spinal column.
