The Artist

But you're a poet and I'm a simple mortal, and so I will say that things must be looked at in the simplest, most pragmatic way possible, and I will see the shapes and the patterns and none of the stars.

The Silent Playpark

The boy from down the lane would come over and we'd play Cowboys and Indians. The day he got hit was the day I became an alcoholic, a decade after being the innocent one.

The Laboratory

I sometimes wonder if scientists ever stare at rainbows and wonder at the bastard they've become, when all they see is a spectrum to be explained.

For those in the know; that's why I switched. I don't want to be that.