The Prophet of Regret #10 and other poems by Steve Passey
Alone on the Couch with a Gun in my Mouth Someone asked me: How do you roll? I said that every so often I wind up on the couch, I sit all alone with a gun in my mouth. Suzy, I call her, Suzy as in Suicide Suzanne baby, is there a chance? can we… Read More The Prophet of Regret #10 and other poems by Steve Passey
