bright words flat against a dark wall I close my eyes the words spring and my soul needles through weaving an exit diamond thoughts hang on cotton string my button pushed tenderly, brings breath… skin stretches my ladder unravels to earth I am a rain of little pebbles like drops in the sea touching to formContinue reading “words”

do you really think that?

my face is on the ground cheek printing dirt art eyes wide and dry with thick thoughts pooling mudmademudman…… wondering sadly   do you really think that?   inky bitumen winds sticky through my heart lips pit together in a tremble of tired and tacky wordlessness   somewhere in a well lit cell my mind spits sharplyContinue reading “do you really think that?”

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Unfettered BS

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This and That

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poetry that speaks to you

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The Poetry Monarch.

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Life, death, and everything in between

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