In the company of ordinary people, Clammy night encapsulated, Out of fifty languid souls, Lined up against the host’s burgundy wallpaper Stinking of nicotine no less, Waiting for a firing squad Or another drink which would suffice, There are eyes… Read More ›
Envy
Envy or Reflection
But I guess the truth is
There is nothing here
To see,
And her mind is full of weeds
Desperate to strangle the beautiful flowers
In my garden,