A Rhyme For Alex.

A dissatisfied offbeat Grimacing at cultureless dumbfucks Mental rhymes on repeat And a Coffee for three bucks   Books unread Writing undone The constant corporate dread Fuck what I’ve become   And amidst all confusion I recall turning to you To rid this delusion To do what you do     And in the most…

And it kills me

An unending kind of emptiness. A complicated wanting. A simple desire. Knowledgeable and adequate, but unreachable. Disabled by the failure of attaining that mutual mindset.

Another cup of tea

Another ghost What I had loved most Infused illusions Imaginative contributions Existent and breathing Without philosophical heeding An undocumented plea Another cup of tea.