On The Balcony

My feet hang between the bars of my brother’s balcony railing. Two kids ride by on their bicycles, laughing about something. I watch them for a minute and then go back to smoking my cigarette. Sweet nicotine. Sweet sweet nicotine. The stars are out. It’s Los Angeles, and the stars are out. Seems funny thatContinue reading “On The Balcony”

What Would You Do?

Sometimes I wonder What would happen if I just seized up and died, Like, right at work, or Right before your eyes. I think for a moment There would be surprise, But after a while Everyone would just Move on with their lives, And maybe even laugh About it from time to time. I thinkContinue reading “What Would You Do?”