You're a momentary home,
beclouded among my many...
It was a mad flurry
of departures...
Sometimes I wonder, who am I?
Because it feels like im torn in half...
Potions and Lotions vibrate violently
upon my cast iron skillet, laced with insanity...
Finca Magdalena grown
beans roasted fresh pick'd...
Sitting in that well-worn leather saddle awaiting...
spurring his side to run through the gate at a...
Slithered under a blanket of snow
scribbling profanity, as snow crystals...
Why must we always
pretend in order to be...
I said never again
would I write a poem about you...
You think you can tell
love from war...
Yet another night,
Where sleep seemed to escape me...
Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...