Poetry

Couched

I lay here on the couch
The empty bed too large
Most nights of the week
Falling asleep in my clothes
Black books reeking of death
Quiet their cacophony […]

Poetry

Sacrament

What drives this mad behavior
More than simple addiction
A lack of self control
Some innate desire to feel commanded
Branded
Reprimanded […]

Poetry

Parting

“You don’t need it but it’s available”
You said
“I don’t need it but I want it”
I replied smiling
We were talking about caffeine
Maybe something else […]