You were broken,
But I loved you...
You sit in the corner head down
Hair covering your face...
I
Here...
May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...
4rd June, 2015.
I sit on the Turkish rug...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
A right is a right of the law
a privilege of the law...
I had to fight,
all my life...
This is your land.
I'm not staying here for you...
I have found
God...
Why do I have such a rapaciousness for souls that...
Why do I drink heavily on drafts of decimation and...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...