Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet

the broken shelf said nothing new. spun by the slender scratches in gravity's smile.  worn by the edges. undressed by the distance.  we ...

no names by which to call them. in the infinite conflagration of time. all told. the damage is the least of our devastation. the numbers fra...

the window sighed. resolute against the scrape of the world.  change stutters. a long series of cordial villains. each one counting the dust...

the crocodile in his tuxedo appears quite handsome. as he polishes his teeth.  the fruit on the vine is plump as the worm burrows into it.  ...

the moon chokes in its cradle.  the light surrenders the last of its defiance.  now we are the flesh that's left on their bones.  after ...

the buttons are soft on time's weary keyboard. all our dogged epiphanies summarily dismissed. no more wilted adjectives to give us pause...

the hours stumble over the remains of our thoughts.  no more nervous adjectives to tangle our breath.  the narrative chokes on its fading pr...

 the coin was loud as it shimmied to its inevitable halt. finally flat against the tilted table at which we anxiously sat. still we kept cou...

the world was all studious conjunctions. and lazy adjectives. exceptions came and went. in a tumultuous pantomime. little needles in deep ve...

orphans scratch out the tenuous diaries of circumstance and skin.  no silver fists to prove our mettle. nor tattered buckets in which to col...

the kitten tripped over her own claws as she began the hunt. the screen was dark as she searched for prey. the world was distant as she bega...

no more delicate lies upon which to perch our expectations.  only the stout edges. and the insipid corners with which to fabricate our maps....

there is agency in the perpetuity of skin. a panicked cacophony of choices that we conflate with consent.  we falter under the breadth of ou...