Writer. Demand Poet.
April 7 Poem
How do you like my new boots?
I’ll bet it is quite easy to smell the
Hide shine from your vantage,
Sole pressing into your throat.
I’ve heard you have thoughts.
How interesting. When did that
Start … Read the rest “Submit to Me”
I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into
—
Our girls are not
Bedrock and limestone.
Take them to the dance and
Pump them full of absinth and
They are yours. But all those
Bruises rush downhill in
An avalanche of destruction,
Coach.
Little man, you are
Pummeling … Read the rest “Three Girls”
—
No point in being mad at the
Lilypad. It has no idea what it is doing.
It’s not her fault she grows up
Out of the water, surrounding herself.
No point getting bent out of shape when you
Notice … Read the rest “No Point in Being Mad”
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I had a ticket on the
Carnival ride called anger in my
Hand and I gave it to her
And she tore it in half
And then the popcorn bucket
Exploded because the
Carny never bothered to
Buckle anyone … Read the rest “The Carnival Ride Called Anger”