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…

I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

Bitch, I’m a Poet

7.22.18 22:05 Bitch, I’m a poet. Writing through your hood Spraying truth on walls. I aint playin’ games; I make them. Pull up on you with some wisdom Planting logic in your head. Ain’t gotta tell me twice Roll the dice, check my ice, Summer sweets, I’m lookin’ real nice. Poshmark on my mouth. Cold…