6:11 PM |

Sudden and stunning guilt
For laughter I couldn`t control
Upon this is my world built--
The sidewalk cracks of my soul

Pity for the hunchbacked drunk
Staggering, sloppily grinning,
And I want to become a monk
Because pity is always winning

Moments of afternoon light
When the world is thick and still
Then nothing can make things right
When night rests its hands on the sill

Facing an empty future
Only unraveling`s real
Stunning and sudden accuser--
What do you want from me?


Imagine if Shakesphere had a computer...
The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day`