(don't trust anyone)

Are you just a caster of worthless spells

"Find what you love,

and let it kill you."

- Charles Bukowski

I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry, and I miss you.

I'm in hell.

No island is a man

lonely on all four sides

with the door left unknocked

and the bell left unrung,

waiting to be finished

with the wait so heavy

like the non-beat of a

bass drum, silent in its

unrest. The sound

rings steady upon

the unsoliciting shores.

— Stephen Leeds, “Unsound,” from issue 132, Fall 1994 of The Paris Review.