ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection

thinking in a dark room

too long I've

bitten lead,

ate crow,

swallowed

capsules.

too long I've

walked the line,

refused the juice,

drank to stay numb.

I've played up

the perpetual

personality of

a pathetically

pessimistic

playboy.

now I'm getting

tired and on

mornings like this

I wonder if I really

have anything at all

left to say.