Tag Archives: Marx

This Screen

There is something less romantic About the way you read my poems. You hold not the paper I scribbled my soul on But a screen. I write these words on a screen and send it to yours. This screen. These screens connect us, So why do are we so alone? Why is isolation the firsContinue reading “This Screen”

20 Years In Hell

20 years in hell. 6 months in purgatory. Our was it just 1 month in county jail? Time means nothing when your in shackles Even though it is all they give you. The filth and grime on the bottom of my bare foot replaces any dignity I had. And the cold, do not make meContinue reading “20 Years In Hell”