dreams of disaster

every man has sat in his car, in the middle of nowhere, thinking,


is she worth it?

We talked of life

of love and strife

I said wanted her for my wife

and, cruelly, she laughed in my face


I wonder where she’ll wind up

silken sheets or tin cup

a timeless love

or just a fuck


A year later, I went past her misery, not missing a pace


words and pictures by jack collier


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