A (wise) man of two faces
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty.

Updates Monday - Friday

Terminal

Dirty little things/

inside me/

scratching at my belly/

eating my guts/

and soon - very soon - they’ll/

seep into my heart, brain, lungs/

enter my core and I’ll

die, shitting myself soon after.


Dirty table

A runny nose, a fever under my skin,

an aching body, and fits of coughin’…

The elementalism of disease:

a body’s burden but a mind’s tease.