A way in, way out

Your saliva In the crevices of your canines While your body lie In the sediment of mattresses Sickly thickness Physical layer emotional distance Whatever you make it be. Forgive it Forgive me I’m sorry Yet I am not. This body This brain It’s all make-believe; Synthetic lint Swept behind the dryer. Bits and pieces, fragment…

Little Red Corvette

Cruising down 70 in a Bradenton favela road is a ribbon life is a lemon My brothers stay with me we share the citrus chalice This is no man’s land meaning its ours. pass the malice. Ooops dropped my slim into the cup on my balcony this morning sipped by mistake finished it anyway gotta…