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

Here is a map of all we discovered,
Of our graceful, winding thoughts;
Will you follow me when I want to be lost
To the others?

I’m standing in sea of sadness where I’m drowning in loneliness.

Poetry.

Friendship gone bad.

By Bryan Wegman.

This poem was inspired when I saw a little girl thumbing through a garbage bag.

Another poem by my personal favorite, “Force Bloccade”

An encounter.

On the backs of the poor, let them carry the load.