Proper Poetry

True vanity ignores the mirror, brushes aside all compliments; secure in feeling superior humble to all appearance.

There ain't much fun in being old; there's little future to unfold; I hate the winter, wet and cold; the same old jokes have all ...

While I lie on the beach in the evening sun, vultures and frigate birds circle the moon.

After an evening of rum and soda I reached the metro before it closed, wobbled home to the hostel sofa, flopped myself down and almost...

It seems to me quite sensible to assume that european future americans displayed much more than average initiative to leave their homelan...

It's much like dermatitis hatching, the masochistic pain of itching, the knowingly harmful joy of scratching - young women in the disco,...

I lie in bed on my side awake listening to the clock in my ear ticking the time for my life's sake. I lie on my side awake in bed k...