Bad Health I can’t talk to you So I’ll talk to a photo of my dead Grandpa instead He understands my illness You don’t even pretend to Silly I forgetting naive minds Violins won’t play for you no more Your acolyte has left the building Follow your thoughts instead Get ready to inhale Alienation

NYC Poet Magnetic chemistry in the pocket sized Theatre 254 West 29th Street, stood the poet and I Feeling high An anticipated meeting for two wordy hearts Made the British black rose Turn mauve Zenith reached in Hotel Carter with a history of torture The morning after came So I boarded my plane I heart New York City I haunt New York City Murdering my emptiness For one night only

Memory Cells You can't remember their faces Is it because you are drunk? Or is it because they didn't touch your insides like they were meant to Your fears are having a party as you walk in to the kitchen of helplessness The kettle is whispering your name Boiling with angry memories A grave stings a loving memory A memory can hurt the living The living can poison ivy your walls Your walls cry a thousand tears

Europe Dead promises and feather light dreams are not what we grew up to believe in I'm all grown up now And I don't believe in This Staring at the stars with eyes of moonshine Open wounds without a stitch in sight Crying in the rooms of the haunted house of misery that becomes #life My #life The chill enters through my body like a man enters a woman So perfectly placed that it has no choice but to stay You're everything I never wanted So make yourself at home And get out of my house I deserve the world You gave me Europe