I look apon a broken house, shards of glass strewn each a fragment of captured torment in a aged structure. Falling apart a shell once fruitfull…

He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…

Tick tock taunts that clock! Just like a man he ran keep your eyes on him before the lights dim and you lose sight of him a game of catch we raced…