Confessions – Page 3 – cereal after sex

There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight.… Read more.

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These nerves are voiceferous and restless, like a baby with Batman, a highball hangman, make them speak, red walls with… Read more.

And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to… Read more.

You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.

I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my… Read more.

An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,… Read more.

I don’t know what it is, but every time I go out in the world lately my patience with human… Read more.

I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on… Read more.

The sad, the hopes, the fear that runs through the veins causing me to shake like a young leaf in… Read more.

I just kneeled before that hearth of red brick like a monk and watched it flame up, curl, and finally… Read more.

I decided to go to our local Goodwill to see if they would take it. The store has a donation… Read more.

I need to get rid of an old TV. While scouring the internet to try and find a place to… Read more.