A Streetlight Anomaly

Monday, October 12, 2009

I shoved
a butter knife
into the back
of my skull.

The why
doesn't matter.
You still
found me
unattractive.

Pissface.

Alvin: Here is me. Overly romantic in a world so jaded by pavement. I write because I can. A passion, perhaps, but there are other things to be passionate about. I love because tomorrow is not a certainty. Friendship, music, my guitar, and other things. Love and Peace