Poems from rillilliam

Yout treat me like a member of the peanut gallery. You just want to sell me your book, as I pay your sallary. Rather, your force me to buy...
The Idea alone Is enough to infatuate. It inhabits your every thought Like Well….., An idea. You can see it Like it’s the present. Or at...
The walls of this atmosphere move in on me more each day to the point where they squeeze the very air out of me that they once provided. I...