Saturday, July 4, 2015


You haunt me. I keep re-reading your chapter. You've closed the book and moved on but I'm stuck on page one. You eyes haunt me. You closed us long ago. I try to open the boom again but you've glued that book shut. You haunt me. I'll keep re-reading and you can move on.

Teenage Angst

All this talk of sex and drugs, alcohol and profanity. You would think the student who walked by me were straight out of a prison. The alcohol numbed their minds the drugs kept them alive. Sex for something to do and profanity to talk of you.


The clouds skimmed the surface below us. We flew on. In the distance were the mountains. We flew on. The horizon was swept over by blue. We flew on. The white blinded me. We flew on.