Abstract

Coming up Christmas
I ain't no Christian
But take ur hands off your ho
call your kids...

I'm going for your jugular
your heart beats irregular
I'm not hard
It's a knife...

Does a poem need a picture
a tapestry of thread
layers of a fabric
in your stead...

A face that shifts to different forms
She is no ones property to claim
Beautiful yet toxic...

May walking she has what is true
May flying a sky that is blue.
May cheating she lacks the...

The rain drizzled down,
Unevenly hitting the ground,
I've often wondered why,
Why down...

Oh, tell me what the future holds
says wattle blowing in the wind
to blossom borne of lesser...

I must write
So I won't give up the fight
I must write
So I won't grab a knife
...

It's like that, it always has been.
When I look back at memories they feel obscured
Like...

Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates...

Dissociated pose

This poem is always being written
Revisited, requisitely composed
...

what makes one a fairy
give her a hedge to hide behind
bring lightning and the strongest...