by Paul Tristram / November 5th, 2017 He has a busted nosefrom twice bumping into Yesterday,earlier on this very morning.Those restless ‘Dogs’inside his backwards looking headwill not ‘Lie’ nor ‘Sleep’for a moment.Should be picking himself upand getting on with the day, really,yet, he would suicide without her.Since they crematedher once argumentative, beautiful bones,he’s lost all … Continue reading Stubbornly Dragging The Broken Past In Front Of Himself, Again