A New Decade

Attempting to write again after a long time...

Need to Write

There is something in the way that you look at me That reminds me of something I thought was lost It lies between the uncertainty of whether you are...

Smoking

I have not smoked for eight years For eight years I have not held in my hand that filthy weed That turned my hands yellow and poured out of me a...

Affair

Banal and predictable they would call our Great love affair Great and love, spat out with an ironic superiority As though their own lives meant so...

Predictable

The commonality of previous loves Was that their dramatics Drove pen to paper in a gushing forth of descriptive passion And what you dismiss as too...