When in doubt, cry

Dearest Man, Cry, sometimes, The private retreat of your alluvial heart, Anger makes a man of you, Slash with a butcher-knife those moods you cage, Bottled-up for our benefit. Until the kettle whistles. Absent rhyme or reason, your madness comes neat. Grab that pallid filthy skin on a coat rack with missing teeth, Detest your … Continue reading When in doubt, cry