is brutal truths served raw burning embers that sear the soul
Lunch brings a breath Of stinking air Solitude is a luxury (Even on the table next to the garbage) here on your polluted
via Like a babe.
I refuse to be a number I refuse to be a shadow I refuse to be an hour long pleasure.
We are sent as blank pages I refuse to fill mine with hate.
You can wear loss like a jewel let it glimmer in your eyes till they water up.
from its dust my ancestors rose From its form my breast is mounded. I love this land
my mother is proud I have scrubbed her pans I have tended her flowers i have sat and listened Io her stern warnings concerning the spreading of my legs my mother is proud you can read it in her smile... Continue Reading →
Scaled feet tap dance on the asphalt The rhythm lost in the folds of the city noise Your tail feather kisses burning cement Once Twice -thrice You intently peck Your black and white coat In this lake of neon colors... Continue Reading →