With wanton eyes: the fallen.
They look at you: the fallen.
They eyeball me incessantly
As the fallen seek to see
Through eyes of broken pasts;
They wish a wishful dream.

by Garret Woo

c. 2015

Midnight Memory

Secret dreams, blood ravines,
All of a midnight memory.
Nothing was as it seemed,
In my drunken revelry.
I dreamed of a god
and a pauper, too.
I shaped the world
And begged for food.
Yet, in all this I could not find
Neither love, nor faith nor peace of mind.
Instead, I drifted further from
My body, oh, so fine and young;
I choked upon the watery abyss,
and lost myself in drunkenness.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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