the Kingdom of Leisure

Growbag...



Rats rotting on the streets of Bethesda

Guts hurting with desires

Mood as ill as night in winter

As I hurl face-first into a sort of madness

Unknown



Alternating like current between

Not caring and caring too much

We bet our reputations on

Our integrity and merit

Or so we are led to aspire



The risks taken include

The possibility of relationships

Exploding like land mines

Crippling and killing indiscriminately

Que sera



Just when I began to settle into this place

I discover no rugs – or even floors below

Just empty spaces to hover in

Dead and alone again

Desperate from necessity