The cycle

"Smoking stale cigarettes Whiskey glass empty. Dead, silent air "Have you heard from him lately?" His name echos in my memory How my age now stands before me. There he is Sitting in his black velvet c..."

"I'll send you no more letters While you wait in your cell. You'll have nothing to comfort you While you rot in times Hell. I'll send you no more pictures No more poetry will I give. The more I try to..."

"My brain aches from the thought of studyingThe text book grows giant eyes and jagged teeth.The more I ignore the subjectThe angrier becomes the beast.The words I have written are laughingThe definitio..."

"One night he came to me While my restless mind did creep. His darkened eyes gazed upon my body Slowly my soul began to weep. Why I had not told him 'good bye' Or simply spoke from the heart Was beyo..."

"On the day you took me in the park and in the woods nearby You did not expect me To know how to work you inside. Once a virgin at twelve Soon to be a lover at thirteen I took you like a woman It wa..."

"The evening was going well We were on our third glass of cabernet, I feared I would soon run out of things to say. I began to notice his crooked mustache And the way he chewed his food, It was going ..."