Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any longer think Falling in love with

For Whom The Bell Jar Tolls

For whom the Bell Jar tollsChasing demons down the dark hallScratching an itch until it bleedsBeyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all Never letting the imposter take holdGrowing larger in our own impressionSizing up unquestioned confidenceSurviving in spite of a soul’s transgression

The Grand Rubbish

The grand rubbishThat we display hereOur soul’s bleedingHarking back to fearBut we push ahead& slowly exposeOur personal thoughtsFighting the reality of those Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay