There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due
All Us As Us For Us
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs