Sitting on the balcony of my second floor apartment building, I drag my cigarette and listen to the footsteps of people walking by on the sidewalk beneath me. Tat, tat, tat. Tat, tat, tat. It sounds like it’s two people but I don’t care enough to look and see for sure. I just listen toContinue reading “To Do List”
some scribbles from last night… it reads something like this: Bars are like House parties For old people. I always hated House parties. And old people. I think I’ll just Keep drinking By myself. cheers.
They emptied the Community pool At my apartment For the winter. I think it looks Kinda sad. Like a barren Womb after an Abortion… Ok, too morbid, That’s my bad… Anyway, I think That the pool Should be full Of something. It would look Better that way. So every night I sneak down there, ToContinue reading “Empty”