shards of glass glinting
across the mirrored blue sea.
who is the fairest?
fwp and me
my first world problems.
don’t they know i hate mustard?
god, what’s wrong with them.
dusty roads
the ink from my pen
wet from the creative mind
while my heart dry dust.
brain drain
the seesaw of spring.
the everlasting cold rain.
my brain down the drain.
brain food
sandman in my eyes.
i walk, a well fed zombie.
need grains not your brains.
fear mongrels
the sly fear mongers.
their yelping and fearful talk.
old dogs without bite.