Mississippi bridges,in rust and trust and trust again,we pray to you,please do not dunk us river-side. Pray with your hand out the window, making waves in the air-currents, loving the cool breeze from the waves.Mississippi bridges. Pray with your eyes on them stars, on them clounds, on blue skies and rain-storms.Please, please don’t fail.I’ve got …
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introvert (2013)
ain’t it sad,my affection ain’t dead-set,my passion ain’t locked yet.I got this flittin’ pixie nature,I got this pissin’ vapid stature. ain’t it sad,ain’t it sad,ain’t it sad? ain’t it sad I can’t commit? ‘n one ‘n only ‘n only, just got the one, only ‘n one. growin’ up in old drafty houses,growin’ up in good …
It ain’t mornin’ if it’s dark (2013)
I don’t know you, but you’ve got that whiskey taste left on your lips, ‘n I’ve got teeth that want to pull ‘em. I ain’t got a therapist, but if I did: “you ain’t connectin’ to people, kid, you ain’t givin’ ’em enough of yourself, you go half-cocked ‘n saddle-shocked, runnin’ …
It all comes down to Kinetics. (2013)
Let’s sext in the rain,how about it? I know it ain’t,I know, I know,I know it ain’t the same, But I get off on the idea of you gettin’ off to my words, Fight of flight, fight or flight, I want the damn kinetics of you, I want your fist across my face, I …
If only I had cowboy boots (2013)
I got suggested some cocaine tonight, “hey man how’s your night,” “it’s alright, be better when I get my smokes” “but it’d be better still if you got some coke, am I right?” “nah, I’m feelin’ a little more chill than that.”but I listened to the man,got a Cherry Coke and a wine flavored Black …
I would like to be in a relationship where we both accepted this as a viable love poem. (2014)
I want you, my marrow cries at the sight of you. Either you’re a bag of pizza rolls,or I imagined you,because I have never known something so perfect. so delicious.
If I wrote a poem about you, would you love me for the night? (2013)
Let’s not beat around the issue here,I’ve got sex on the mind. But I ain’t ever been too fond of fuckin’ for fuckin’s sake,sure I want to grab your wrists, ‘n hold you down,sure I want to know the taste of your skin,for you ‘n I to leave bruises we have to hide or blush …
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I’m not saying my race and gender don’t deserve a little Karma. (2013)
Just thought I’d point out,That it’s one hell of a juxtaposition,To Know you’re read in America, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, England,And other places, thanks to the beauty of this internet,By one young woman who chose, of all things, my poetry collection to help her learn English. I’m not saying I’m famous, or even well read,But …
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I may be Native, but I don’t know shit. (2013)
Closest I ever been to my Native American heritageis balls deep in this Cherokee woman I was usin’, Told her “I’m using you.”‘n she said “So?” Her skin looked caramel,but she tasted like a woman,and she came thick and hard. She was my height,twice my weight,and she was beautiful. I was usin’ her ’cause she …
I still have your pictures saved. (2013)
More, more than anything,you remind me of the smell of smoke,the taste of soft flesh,and cadaver {thinking} of sertraline doping my veins.platonic as we are,you remind me most, of {lust}.I nicknamed you for {vices.}
