Poor Dead Soulless Dick

You’ve become as soft as your ever-soft prick.

meanwhile

I bet you thought it would be different, being human.

SHE

…sharp teeth of an angel.

Another Eve

Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.

CLARIFY

I write what I feel, and I let it go.

Rightly So

There is mad, mad joy to be found.

dead me, dead you

This can’t bode well, can it?

bursting

Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.

Whine Town

shackles

confetti, into the wind

I’d love to make you smile now but it’s not the state I’m in.