Sweet Cubism

In art you can have your cake and eat it too. Art is not to be mistaken for real life. 

When the hunter is the game

I looked so hard, my fingers hurt, spending two hours and forty-three minutes to get a positive match. And when I found it, finally, it occurred too me that too often we hide behind our split personality. Just the other day I surprised myself doing that. 

And late in the night

I am by myself and I am not. I am deserted and I am surrounded. I have a plan and nowhere to go. I know the words but I cannot tell you one. I could drink but I am not thirsty. I am too much, and that is hardly enough.