there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.

I am a poem. There is no way out.

bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it

Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?

I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.