Envy

Company of People

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 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,