run

im running out of everything.
patience.
time.
money.
mind.
soul.
energy.
ideas.

deflowered

Sunday night. wondered into a distant land filled with rocks and small villages. I came across a man. a man. wonderful thought. A man, he would do. I would walk up to the man and tell him anything. Anything that came out of my mouth. He was not a hobo. He did not have a shotgun. He was blue eyed like the devil himself. A devil of a man. He would do.

he would do many a thing. and it would be fine for just that one night. one night of bliss. or was it.