I am a dreamer.
I am awake.
and I like to think, a writer.
Forty-Two Afflicted with the Chicken Flu. Beginning with Rubber Chicken neck chains. All the way, down to his Holey Haines.
By Kat Ogea7 years ago in Poets
Running Late Unemployed - Felonies have gone down on his permanent record A drug addict at his best Cocaine – white powder
A Tale 85 miles an hour State trooper - to clock him for sure Yancy is not worried He does not get pulled over “Gonna drive this Mother Fucker”
I have a name I have a thought You are to SUFFER. We all SUFFER and there is no end For you and I can only breathe… And SUFFER.
Driving US-90 headed to Effie’s Thoughts of lobster gumbo Made up girl inside my head Feeling the sting of her loss Even though she has not been found
