'Till this day, I am still sailing without lighthouses. All this digital information at my fingers but none of it cures my seizing illness as I hurl off the bow. Every morning I rock and roll out of a pitched bed, like the scuffed baseball ready to be tossed into fans. Red stitching worn and … Continue reading Heavier than iron
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Sprinkle Some Cinnamon
Set kisses to high Flip once for an even brown Light, sweet and yummy AG
Long Term
Lets look down the road Past the traffic and people That path will be ours AG
Spark
Awake from slumber Greet your sunrise with a smile Place ink on a page AG
Jigsaw
These corners go here Other pieces are scattered Lost some already AG
Maybe Not
What are you seeking, that you have untethered us like a lost Playland yellow kiss separated from a hive left me riding an empty merry-go-round alone in the dark Maybe this should have been unhurried or it wasn’t to be black seeds consumed by a stubborn bird pecking at our trunk stunting us before … Continue reading Maybe Not
I’m not your friend.
I didn't and still don't want to be your friend. A clear diamond, ruby or some other cold gem absorbing arrows and pretending I'm not bleeding through my mesh jersey; soiling the white letters. These words are cast-in-place for extra durability. Dominican concrete, suitable for vertical growth to ensure any city can rise from a … Continue reading I’m not your friend.
On the bus
I'll ride with locals Traveling South after work In search of some warmth AG
NY Slice
Take me to Brooklyn Where cheese, sauce & dough now live In a square white box AG
Tropical Storm Maybewe
They are still there... Archived messages creating a thrilling script with plot twist and a surprise ending. A role I was awarded but never read for. Curiosly I gaze at them with a slight distaste. Should I keep the part, despite the studios theiving hands. I'll have a drink while taking inventory of every misleading … Continue reading Tropical Storm Maybewe
The Eclogues 
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