i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
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