verse poem
As the days passed after she agreed to be mine,Small warnings of not investing enough would…
Eight ball corner pocket.
I am focused, arm posed, on track,eyes locked on the goal.
I never cared for the color yellow.
Yellow was the color of the nightgown on the ceramic girl statue that was supposed…
when I lost the ability to give lifeI began to create life
A coffeehouse lies between the crosswalk signs on First.Should you fancy a parley, there is…
Of late, I think of a placewhere the windows are lit like brothel houseshiding secrets behind the glass