“Can you set up your alarm?”“Sure thing, chicken wings.”“It’s chicken wing, not…
Come Pain or Shine
Fit as a riddle,
All of my limbs have gone slack, merely viscous
TimeOutOf mindEntwines allThe poems in my bonesIn a montage, like nomads of…
Your notes were like my own skinNot a stranger to my mindI was obsessed But when asked what you sound…
Then comes a song from a distant past setting the tune for the day. With traffic lights…