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 ›
Party
Sad Part
I myself am regurgitating In my head A social gathering That is three days old But fresh in my mind, My friends or friend tells me If I am anxious about entering a social situation Don’t do it, Unless of… Read More ›
A Different Country 