Failed aspirant poet. Failed writer. Oh the nobility of our art.
Had enough,
but not quite enough.
Tell me to leave,
if you so please.
...
emotions seeth underneath
under a calm exterionr,
like rip currents
under a placid ocean.
...
a Cemetary full
of skeletons,
crashing down out my closet,
my very own Hiroshima,
...