Withdrawal of an oxytocin addict

it hit me like a pair of brass knuckles wielded by a minotaur
and i enjoyed every moment of it
when my heart was shattered
i then realized love is for masochists

it’s a cruel joke played by nature
as h l mencken says love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence
it is a chemical
like a drug
it blinds the affected of what is truly happening

death to it


Dear october

dear october
you are the month of decay
in nature mind and spirit
as life withers
so does my empathy for it
tease me not with your autumn sun
i know your shrouds of clouds
are ready to loom over
the gloom that you wrought with your seasonal change
brings somber tones to your wind