Soft
hands...
Fearless pomeranians
bounce with excitement...
Silver curtains of moonlight,
Undulating slowly over glowing hillsides...
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems...
It's hard to deny
what's inside...
Broken mirrors and paper planes,
Driving down empty highway lanes...
The World Today
Acridity...
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
If I can't handle it this time...
Innocent feet fumble along piled gravel,
wincing at the roughness of a lonely earth...
The day that I died was so long ago
It still haunts me now, more than you'll know...
We have beheld her as a sensual mother,
Desiring her many pleasures as no other...
Crips on the left
Bloods on the right...