march 29th

a poem about having worked a lot of unpaid overtime in a few days


i'm shattered
and none of it mattered

march 28th

a poem about my ego



its easy to impress
people who know less
than nothing
i dont know if it should
but it feels good
if only for a moment
it can never attone
for the people who dont
give a stuff. in
factnoone cares
and maybe thats where
my ego went

march 27th

a poem


other than christmas
which is cliche and obvious
statistically suicide rates peek
april first, give or take a week
the springiness brightening
can be strangely frightening
the overwhelming newness
somehow leaves you less
bright in comparison
maybe my thaw is on
a different schedule