Self-Conscious by Yoric Watterott

I watch him I notice how he leans into the wall, Sinking into the background With one leg jittering, Hammering morse-code into the ground I watch how his lips purse over the rim, Funneling down yet another cup of coffee...

Reflection by Yoric Watterott

Buildings tower with anticipation Abandoned cars stood in the street like meercats observing a man alone Frigid in his balance Trying to comprehend the sudden desertion of chaos The continual emptyness down the endless streets mirrored his soul Confusion echoed...