Half a pack of cigarettes

mostly broken or bent.

I think of cancer as I put one to my

cracked lips that long to slake this

poison lust.



voices spin and resonate inside

voices spin and resonate inside



This old phone booth shelters me

from these lonely streets.

If only God could grant me strength to call you.

Just three wards to help me slake this

poison lust.



voices spin and resonate inside

voices spin and resonate inside



esoteric memories

you're an eyesore here

grab the handle

twist the blade to break my will.