Life Without WorkTo do nothingIn this day and age,When so much pointless workIs being produced,Could almost be considered an achievement.It all compares most unfavorablyWith my own imaginaryBody of work.
Life, Work
Patronage of NegationI am constantly confronted by other people’s worksThat I could have created myself.And I am constantly disappointed by them.Sadly, I have to recognize themFor what they are: inferior versionsOf what I could have doneIf I’d been insecure enough in my abilitiesTo do anything.
Work
IMPROVIDENCEThe other lives I might have ledAll now might as well beDead. Survived by no one.Barren, without issue of any sort:This withered bud, failedIn art and love. With no time leftTo change my course. But time enoughfor infinite remorse.
Poetry