Poems from eringardens
I have a theory,
that the way in which we can measure the depth, the beauty, of worthiness of a song,
is if it can, in some way, serve a...
We sit together
at two tables pushed together.
I smell the repulsive stench of odorous shoes.
I compare the mounting cacophony of...
There are people that I do not like.
I do not like their guns.
I do not like their bossy religion.
I do not like their self righteous need...
On a special of kind night
circumstances warrant
a special kind of laughter.
It bubbles and squeaks and reeks of innocence
as its owner...
I hate feeling full.
It brings guilt and doubt and a special kind of loathing that I only ever feel for myself.
I much prefer hunger,
the...