To the Artist's Page To our home page
To Eric Smiarowski's previous piece To Eric Smiarowski's next piece
Anti-Hero begging for death bouquets of intestinal splattered orchids babies breath lacing electric tulips without ripping tear ducts anymore. C'mon! Kill me, I cry. You took my sister, not me while I live repugnant sin before my mother, lethargic from anti depressant narcotics living the daily possibility of my death and the world to go on saying Nothing)))))) ) ))) )) she will ever hear I want to live to honor memory but bleed life instead. To everybody, I am just Smiarowski drinking again twisting further my rag heart existence into empty bucket pages swabbing the deck of a sinking boat. But don't think for a minute that I don't fucking care.
To the top of this page