Gimme that silent chaos
She swears like a
fuckin’ sailor.
I just sort of leak
and the poetry comes
out.
What a beautiful little mess you are.
Do not be fooled
there was darkness here
I still don’t quite know
what it means to be bright
but the light’s on
and I don’t have to
cry anymore.
Dear Sir (Again with the money)
Little soul child
roach walls hold
peel trim
and nothing more
though it’s a funny thing
with hell holes
like black ones
there’s pull
in
the
spiral
Curves are fun and
games
until they
start to call
you
Norma.
Anyone who claims to
understand love
I do not trust.
Unless, that is,
it’s in reference to
pancakes.
Oh, girl, you had a time
up there
damned against damned
and laughing so aware
of what it meant to be
skin.
I color me soft
with vibrant
impossibles
