Monthly Archives: May 2012


  An apology to the prostitute Whom I taught to get on her knees To pray Advertisements


If you try to scratch the meaninglessness Off of a dreary day, Your fingers will end up carrying the disdain  Of the rawness at heart. It is the peaceful harmony Of the rotting, festering order; The wet soil will carry the bodies   Still so raw and alive, As nations cease to breathe Clinging to ideals, […]