excerpt from my upcoming book, particularly poetry.

Voices heard through vertical, solid wood panel
Entrance with radiance and surprise
My fellow comrades, watch Jim with us.
I depict awkwardness
Confusion
Interest…


I wonder if the weather will evoke excitement
Since the rain has fallen stagnant
I don’t mind the ocean or the buildings
Alcohol has lost its appeal and thrill
These salty, corn infested triangles remind me of the ocean
It seems I’ll return home earlier than I’d wish for
Everyone has to face their problems.

Escape comes from within.


Insomnia will consume me tonight
I can feel it
Why do I suffer from thought?
I’d like to believe I’m cursed

What a foolish thing to think.