Kissoon's Loop

I was going to write a letter to you, but I'm far too inebriated to even begin to be able to. Can I come spend some time with you;...

I can't sleep.  I keep reaching for my phone; it's a lifeline, it's a connection to the outside (it's a distraction).  I hav...

Not a mean drunk, but a sad schmuck, and I'm stuck inside my own head. I'm not a madman, but quite a sad man-- longing for tim...

Lovebirds For Jiva, on his birthday. At 10,000 feet you can't breathe. Daedalus could, but you are Icarus, trying and faili...

my shoes-- and the way i wear them-- will not convince you i'm the one to love. my shorts-- and the way they frame my lack of an ass-...

What syllables could ever hope to form themselves with any modicum of true meaning? And as that liquid ditty floats , prancing onward d...

I should have stayed a fantasy.