Luck (an acrostic poem)


Letting the coin spin in the air

Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise

Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content

Knowing that my future had been decided

Parrots (an acrostic conversation)


Perhaps he is just sleeping.

And that’s the excuse you want to go with?

Really, he could be just catching some shut-eye.


Oh, then yeah, he’s dead

That was anticlimactic.

So do you want to start it from the top again?