In life, the prince chases the princess Or the girl next door or a cinder-fingered Ella. Who promised a fairytale in return. And the princess – who’s always beautiful Jumps on the Prince’s car – a flashy one at most times, And they drive off to the sunset, like Bonnie and Clyde, While a string … Continue reading Fairytale


It is strange that melancholy, Although sounding like a tummy-disease of melon, Is just, a crack that lets in neon lightning On an azure collage. Your tummy Collects blue butterflies, into a disorder, A slope that goes along to the abysses, Defining you, as a lepidopterist, Who grows mulberry trees inside his gut, Where little … Continue reading Depression