Category: poetry

I am here. These heavy bones. HelloGoodbye. My all is in this nothing to say. HellosGoodbyes. And in between the heart pumps madly.


Unkindly I wonder if he really knows what it means to be a hero, I mean, married to a supermodel, perfection. This David and that David are useless to me now sling and songs unsung, unflung, hanging at their side. (A movie star pilots his jet sixt…