the wells have been dried up for some time now and nothing looks or feels the same anymore, nothing gets us out of bed with passion or inspires some semblance of hope, meanwhile the bell summons the faithful to the vespers while the rest of us sit on cracked concrete slabs waiting for the sun…

the black bird haunts me again, those dark eyes that know it, that breathe it, dreams of what’s to come, losing sensation for all others in this straightjacket fashion. many tongues speaking many lies, those eyes grow wide with sight as planes cut through the sky and apathetic hands reach out finding no one there,…

she’s so original, she says the original, she’s one of a kind, model # 00001, and the rest are just trying to be like her. she’s original, you see; she doesn’t like fake people because those who are original cannot like those who are not. it is written in stone like israel and palestine, left…

i was sitting at that table when my friend, the groom, stood up presumably to make the rounds, to do what his mind said the proper soon to be husband would do, leaving me there with his very soon to be wife, two women i did not know and one i had met only once…

i fear that i have grown too accustomed to the feeling that it produces, the momentary numbing effect on the brain and therefore on this terrible mind; it slows me down to right around where i need to be in order to relax and just exist for a brief moment. now on nights when i…

most people– ordinary people– will never know, in the true sense of knowing, will never understand a girl like you. don’t fret over it, don’t let it embitter you– take it in stride, embrace it as a gift from above. drink your nights, smoke your days, be comfortable in your skin. stretch to the sky…