every vestige
of my gullible optimism
has been consumed by
dark intensity

Little Hat Girl.

Choke on
the cold, bitter soup
of life's
endless discontent.

This burnt coffee

This burnt coffee
smells like
the numb disillusionment
of humiliated rejection.

Love lives.

Love lives
In the ass
Of a
Psychopathic Clown.

This dead kiss

This dead kiss
throbs behind
my eyes.

Empty Eyes.

Her empty eyes
implore him
to bury the past
in the basement.