Eventually,The world swirls round.You and I,Stuck together.Fizzing up and overAll over my shirt.I am stuck with two choicesGo home and change my shirt,Or go on…
Poet & Storyteller
Eventually,The world swirls round.You and I,Stuck together.Fizzing up and overAll over my shirt.I am stuck with two choicesGo home and change my shirt,Or go on…
I watch,And I pull different piecesOf her out the bowl.Somewhat tangled and a bit messy.I twist her all up even more,And put her in my…
You’re the glassI pour my whiskey intothe perfect weight.Heavy, broken in. Your neckrests comfortablyagainst my fingers. Your cold body,lost in my warmth,your lips become sticky,…
Your voice forms the bricksof a well-built home. It holds in warmth on a hot day,stores heat on the cold ones.Your voice is a shelterone…