State of the World Address from the Bottom Left-hand Corner

the black-jack dealer laments over a hi-ball: “It’s depressing. All day I see people lose their money. I’m contributing. I’m part of it. I’m losing along with them.” –BSB

Princess of the Wastelands

I can hear her now from across the room: the princess, with doe eyes she believes she lives here this is her living room, and these are her people a party her party, perhaps and she’s doing her duty, entertaining guests until the music dies and the curtain falls – BSB

Witness

There is always, in every dive and bus bench and street corner and bar-stool and bank line-up some shifty gent with cracking skin, thick glasses, scars or scabs, who mutters curses under his breath to no one, seemingly, but me. I am the chosen one who soaks up the confessions of the lonely and lostContinue reading “Witness”