Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Klonopin you’ve been thrashing all night about in my bed. now you’re in a chair beside where i lie. masturbating. did you finish? i ask after some 40 minutes of your frustrations. they gave you klonopin making you zombie-like. following Continue reading Klonopin by Robert Vogt
Church A student of mine, a girl, took me to her church the other day I think she’s got a crush on me or something She just graduated from the uni I teach at and I think she realizes that Continue reading Church by Robert Vogt