What if zebras flew? Could they have survivedthe pterodactyls during summer months?Or would they seem out of place.Some poet’s surrealistic jaunts.Not Nature’s way of gambling…
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Be good.Be good more.Be more than good. More than good be.Good more than bethan be more good. Be more good. Good be more.More good than be.
Comments closedI won’t be ruled by clichésnor metaphors of old.The past is what plays.I will not be sold. No matter the past.Call it what you want.“The…
Comments closedMy grandmother was a farm girlAnd I a city hick.She took me to the barnyardto show me a country trick.We saw a rooster fuckingShe grabbed…
Comments closedShow me respect. I’m running your futureWithout you knowing it, I’m your second nature.You don’t have to be good. I’m here for you.Behave rude and…
Comments closedWhat does he know? He just does.How can he see well enough to do?That tongue whips through the air on a buzz.But I have to…
Comments closedSole come descend uponsuch an insignificant one.The pain will be short. Come!Little ones left behindkeep coming blind. Heel don’t worry if sole missed.Chances are you’ll…
Comments closedWhy do I sorta love you? Don’t ask me why.Was it at the filing cabinet when you said Hi?Did I jump inside and look for…
Comments closedI’ll make a deal.No honors no glory no feeling good.Just a slap in the map for no intentions.Throw in not to be understood.Laughed at for…
Comments closedDesigns find their placeslowly taking shape.Web and flake such grace.The timing seems to tape. They gather and disappearnot in memory but in time.The strangeness of…
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