Nosegay

What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms, on his deathbed all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]

The Killer

I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.

My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.

It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….