another one from Kyle Dibert, “do not disturb the angst ridden bard who shouts profanities out of windows, cars”

On a different plane of existence Where pain is more ubiquitous  Than transient worldly pleasure; And even in these times tripping through lovely leisure, I try, in vain, to please her: I think to leave her By leading her to lead bellies, sad livers, and city lights. While we kiss & touch & live through …