To make matters worse

I pull into the truck stop,
Dusty and Broken.
Reaching into my bag,
I remember why I hate
Soft-packed cigarettes.

Venice

Trapped -
In my prison;
Cast by
the venetian blinds.

TV Family

Eat dinner
with people
that don’t exist.

resting

Soft and brown.
Pine needles – make
a most delightful
bed.

When you hear
the seat belt unbuckle
and you haven’t yet
stopped the car.
It’s going to be a lonely night.

poetry

I wish it was more poetic
but it isn’t.

Look up.

You’ll always own my night sky.

2 floors above me.
I’m cold.

i find
i am
any other man.

Don’t look at me like that

each fleeting smile –
caught like a dagger
between my teeth.