Poems from The Chessplayer
My roommate's kinda fat
But he doesn't seem to care
He eats and eats and eats
Then falls asleep in his chair
To be an artist
Is a painful thing
Because your success
Depends on your suffering
To be an artist
Means to hurt professionally.
Should...
'Just go already!' I shout
Charlie arrives at my side and says,
'He's not gonna make it'
Across the yard, Matt considers
The large pile of...
Dying don't get easier
I do it every day
The pain of unrequited love
Will never go away
I am on my bicycle
And clouds hang above
But there are miles between
Me and my home still
The road before me
Is straight as a line
With...