I aim to shatter the illusion of the quality of money’s embrace -no matter its finesse Even as a masterful lover it has no empathy for your cri de coeur -its catalogue littered with broken hearts ...marked by the brevity... Continue Reading →
A real smile comes from the heart It worms its way up the body Forcing lips apart A fake smile is an Illusion That starts in the face Its vanishes as quickly Not leaving a trace Give me your smile... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 