Ramblings of a dire strait man
Chitty chat fat rat gonna get some scat.
Dirt devil snort and grumble, pick a pithy end.
Devil details and second mortgages.
Poverty no snobbery, tittle tattle ends. 95 more words
Music is my main influence, not just for poetry, but life period.
Hip-Hop, Rock, R&B and Country; from the 70’s all the way to now—I love it all. 203 more words
1 week, 1 day
I walked along sands stained by many feet.
Generations of humans taking walks of joy and sorrow.
I stood at the water’s edge and slit my hand. 45 more words
I think that it may be better for me
to live in a fictional world
in my fictional world
because reality has never been
very good for me… 97 more words
1 week, 3 days
There’s a scream inside my chest. Just below the heart. I feel it bubbling and aching to be released but I can’t do it. It’s just not in me to let that out, to open the cage. 403 more words
1 week, 6 days
I will be taking part in the Poets Tent at this weekend’s Court House Arts & Craft Beer Festival. The festival features beer, of course, and also musicians, food trucks, arts, and poets! 66 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
Macha machoke mecheck ready.
Paper pauper blue confetti.
Incheck insect ichiban.
Loaded tiger loads of fun.
Ingsoc ingsoc rabble run.
Lasik paycheck see them run. 293 more words