Question and Answer

She asked, he answered.

Certainly the right question.

Just the wrong answer.



That time of the year

Clear skies and cool steady breeze

Multicolored kites.


She’s damaged as fuck

which makes her more dangerous.

Feels at home in hell.

Silence Mourns

Dark sky. Music stops.

Wind howls. Thick dust. Subtle cries.

A deep silence mourns.


Ain’t always easy

Some people are difficult

Love them anyway.

That Smile

He smiled that handsome

smile, sweet enough to keep me

both sane and insane.