Poem: At The Speed of Light

If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation
I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth
just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God
I would make sure he hears you.


Poem: My Pain

I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamity
because tragedy seems to be the only commodity
that’s suitable for my trade.

I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadness
I pole dance for an audience of fear and anxiety
I give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard.
But through the difficulties I give head to failure and
I promise a happy ending.