Kookaburra

…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.

YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 9

…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.

between my ears

It’s all gone to hell.

meanwhile

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

SHE

…sharp teeth of an angel.

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.

YOU CAN’T SAY THAT, PT ∞

Not my personal Jesus.