Martin McFriend

I need a teacher.
I need a phone.
I get nervous when I’m out on my own.
I tear my eyes out.
I plead for my safety.
My hands get jittery and shaky.
And lately,
I can’t concentrate,
I can’t speak clear.
I can’t formulate,
I can barely hear.
Seeing signs is a foregone conclusion.
I’m pretty sure all I got is illusions.
Pretty girls,
Dark skin, no face,
Just [...]

Read Full Post »