Florida raised poet. I'm forever chasing the sun.
I heard the song of your sure footsteps Bellied and rumbling like samba music 2 deep breaths to my left. I saw you and lost syntax
By Morgan McCoy4 years ago in Poets
I sometimes forget to address how Hazy home feels Because I've been away Chasing corrections and candy chews. Listening for the click clack of
Sometimes Only sometimes, When I’m afraid that when my lips part Tears will fall instead of nouns. Or fist will lay instead of punctuation marks.
Round and Round We Go If you'd obliged, I'd give you the sweetness of my words And pray my pen not to be a liar.
I have found myself in a state of wandering wonder, Walking down broken cobblestoned streets. I have left my front porch and can't seem to find my lamp post.
