Talk about games.

I don’t believe you ever felt the same.

Everything has changed.

I gave you my trust.

Your game was wicked.

A short poem about pretending…

Written in the morning of 5-21-12.

"A formation of stoned
giants
An’ the pavement full of
bodies…"

Witty poem about a baseball player who faces the opportunity of becoming the big hero.

Quite conscious of my circumstance ….