Poems from The Frozen Arsonist
The loneliness consumes me
like a disease marked black with the stench of death.
A feeling of isolation comes and goes,
as sometimes I like...
My paternal grandparents
own a property in Marcola.
Marcola-
a cute little town
with a lot of character.
The Mohawk Rivers that glistens...
You,
you're the most perfect human being I've ever come across.
You're
radical,
unbelievable,
astonishing,
and mystifying.
I can no longer...
Why did we let the ocean die?
Why do we allow children to starve?
Why is the world at war?
Why can people get away with murder?
Why are we...
The voices tell me to do bad things.
Sneak cookies,
hit that dude with a bat.
They won't leave me alone!
The voices tell me to break the...