i breathe u
u, on the other hand,
find sustenance among the dead... more »
I imagine that maybe this was once something
that was strong enough to endure... more »
it lies, prostrate
with aimless mutterings
of platinum grills, diamonds, tires,... more »
I hate you.
Monday:... more »
My eyes won't drift up.
You have a splash of mud on the tip... more »
When a Sista-Girl cry
It be like a dove done died... more »
Note to HIM:
I suffer still
from childish choices made.... more »
Listen real close and I’ll tell what I done seen.
I seed them that would be free
running past Canal and Bourbon Street... more »
We speak in the languages of shooting stars,
full moon skies,... more »