Maybe DeathIs a moment of indescribable happinessFollowed by eternal nothingness.Such is Immortality,And fine by me.

Your cruel words fall As leaves upon the forest floor, Dead before they land And mouldered evermore.

I killed a man today — A yellow fellow. A fluke, they say — A moment of brave fortune, A …

The Yellow’s turned to black and white. ’Tis such a monotone! The Wind, his icy teeth has bared And gnawed …

Who would lose a Shoe? Seems such a curious thing to do! Did he hop his journey home? Or ne’er …

This Dust that drifts from heaven To cover white the Hill Will cloak us should we tarry. So onward — …

When I end, I need to know — Did I make a difference? Did I interfere With the path of …

Your Amlodipine works on your heart and blood vessels. My Quetiapine works on the neurotransmitters in my brain. — What’s …

What maketh me Is history — The bruises And the battery, The empty camaraderie And Life’s abiding vanity.

Into the great Vacuity I pass with heavy heart, Enveloped in the emptiness Where Ego plays no part. And as …