Poems from Joistur
Dear Now,
I could start this out by saying "Hello,"
But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."...
To
The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month,
You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant,
And I wanted...
He was trapped in his mind, in the lone star stateIn that state of mind, he would soon choose his fateHe killed himself in his car because...