My driveway’s feeling saucy, man
-go habanero, to be exact. Wash it
all down in rivers, mourn heat lost,
shattered shards of nothing gained.
“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.” ~ Emily Dickinson
Fasten your seat belts. 733 more words
Who wants pie? Did you save your fork?
In a perfect world, there’d be a poetry pie shop just minutes from home, where the heavenly aroma of freshly baked double crust fruit pies would lovingly call your name at precisely the right times. 1,897 more words