sickness
Tag
Illness Poems
Just before the final burning-out,
the Earth-lights flicker like a palpitating heart.
To The Writer That Asked Me To Go To AA
The coffee is just as bad as everyone
said it would be.
Bad Dream Coma
A man thought he shot a deer. It was actually his brother.
Automatic Birds / Spontaneous Generation
Automatic Birds
We were lying on the couch together, listening to the birds sing.
“They don’t sound real,” I said. “When I listen to their voices, all I hear is synthesizers.