Stib
i peer at black panes with merry awareness of the dead
a neon pack stuffed with idioms adorns me i once
docked in the bay area and ate out a girl at a diner with a
waitress hotter than etude nine
i might attempt to i might remain awake and elude violent
dreams but the source of her depression rages below the
surface oh at night mister gandhi
might have ben
Benjamin Joseph Biesek is a bastard poet who claims that time is just a concept and doctors are magnificent, and he is available to talk via Skype if needs be.