Self portrait #2

Weak

Paranoid.

Sleep deprived.

Try to hold it together 

Deformed spine of a leaf

my brain has been starved of something

What are you having for dinner

I've mentally blown my brains out

This idle concoction of sunshine and false merits

Each time I see a pavement, 

I know someday I'll be beneath it

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

eerily foreboding..."someday i'll be beneath it"

the third and fourth stanza make me think of "Silence of the Lamb"

"i am having an old friend for lunch"