EmptyHead

There’s no other sweet for me
No tutti fruity and certainly no cherry peach parfait

his thirst
always first
I burst

My wallet contains
not one thing

Sweat falls from my face
as I run in the dark
to escape
the blinding force
of her passion

the stench
his breath
no more

Inspired by Yamaoka Tesshu’s Songs of the Way

Inspired by Yamaoka Tesshu’s Songs of the Way

but never in his wildest dreams did Zach think he would be so close to Paris.

Looking forward
The end
Behind us

emotions
woven into a story
magnify

I have thought about putting black plastic on his windows

Perhaps one line of the asterisk could be time, another space and another the course of literature.

They call you the unstable one
Nothing really
Unstable nothingness with the power to create
Something really