All Blog Posts Tagged 'I' (1)

Amanda Kernshaw no longer gets her mail here

And I walk through the doors

I don't care

She may though

We all need mail



The cold brisk wind smacks me in the face

Someone in Miami is sitting on the beach

As I sip my whiskey

And think about the spring



Stained pants are not fit to wear in public

But the people who notice

Are always the squares



The bus is crowded

With inquisitive eyes

Looking at each… Continue