Ending Words

I like to make poems out of the first or last lines of existing poems, this one seems interesting: Odds Even Hand Leaving Can’t Place Forget Erase You You Original: Everything is at odds and nothing is even, you grab me by the hand to let me know you’re leaving. Well I’m sorry but I […]

I just turned on “Stripsearch”

Just the title to a song, a song that’s going on. Today, heat is here, and I’m alone for time unknown. Stop typing, head over pen, writing’s dead. Way to change, sell your shit or be next in line to lose an eye…

Years

Everything is at odds and nothing is even, you grab me by the hand to let me know you’re leaving. Well I’m sorry but I just can’t. I… feel way too tied to this place. I wish I could just forget, be able to erase… Years I spent with you… Years I spent with you…