Logic

what scent is on you
desperation I whisper
so no one can hear....

Deaf

she whispers, taste me
I am lost in misery
so I do not hear.

the tomatoe jew
hoards the sweet red flesh and seeds
and wont let me have

CT scan

if only summer
blew the scent of magnolia
into my sick brain

last call

I guess I'm almost
but being almost aint it
I guess Im over.

proposal

Hey sailor she croons
want to know my misery
for five bucks its yours

Go

if not for yourself
there would be nothing left here
to get away from