he found things to fill his time leaving dream to night time flights of fancy instead of consuming his day turned to poetry to give the longing an outlet perhaps in a half hearted hope that the one with the key would find stumble upon him in giving up he threw out one last lifeline […]
salesmen and auditors, lonely and away from home free beer in the lobby from five to seven, nowhere to be, nothing to do the road is a quiet place wives and kids in other states so they migrate to the fool what exactly about his ugly face invites conversation, his demeanor which screams unapproachable invites […]
he stood on the porch as the last rays of sunlight crept beneath gentle curve of the horizon he didn’t see any of it his eyes were focused elsewhere, on a different vista, on another vision of beauty when he was a boy the encroaching night was to be feared, to be reviled with night […]
i am a man of my word but that word is loneliness i built you a castle with my bare hands ignore the fact that it is made out of sand slowly falling apart in the rising tides my last home was a house of cards but without you it was a queen of hearts […]
i see these reminders of valentine’s day fast approaching of chocolate hearts declarations of undying devotion already dying flowers in a cheap vase maybe i always did it wrong perhaps that is why this is yet another in a long string of hallmark holidays spent wondering what it is exactly that i so fundamentally lack […]
she asked why i was sitting at the bar alone her smile said she was just as lonely the rest of the crowd of drunks made me look good in comparison so you can imagine the shady patronage scarred goons drinking to forget i told her the truth i was hoping to get a little […]
fell asleep on the couch dreamt of you when i woke the room was empty been trying to fall back asleep since
the loneliness can kill you until you remember you are free. if i wanted to i could marry joan of arc. or marilyn monroe. i could do anything i want. i could discover a new continent. a new species of tortoise. be the first man on the moon. anything. within reason.
i am so alone it could be worse at least that is what they say. fuck them though they aren’t sitting here crying with me i don’t think it could be worse. but who am i just a lonely fool with words for company
allow me my honesty stepping out methodically it’s just the beast in me cut off from reality awash with insanity a past of poverty flash frozen rigidity of what is and what will never be trying to sell my soul for recreational use, the wear and tear and all the abuse, the setting sun seems […]
antiseptic, antisocial, all these detrimental disinfectants and antibacterial ointments scattered across the countertop, the harsh light bringing forth every imperfection feels like we live in a world where everyone should be in a bubble, afraid of our shadows and microbial dissidence he sat in his car, staring at the red front door across the street, […]
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