Worm Farm   Daddy bought a case, a half-slab circle and filled it with dirt. He emptied the worms, shook them from the container until they fell, growing wings in ways they weren’t meant. They crawled across the surface and then burrowed, neatly tucking heads…

being buried is end to most things but not really come back years later and see how everything grew without you, see how you paid tribute to the very dust that spat man out in the beginning you may have been buried but things still…

I never wandered enough through you, mostly keeping away from dryly lit lanes even under the hot summer sun,  except A couple of times when i wanted to ruin my name in your honour, in your lanes I cajoled myself to collect faded paper tickets…

Ode to my Telly~Vision   What would I do Without you My friend?   (Keeping me company On nights with no end)

Your honor I am not responsible for The centipedes in the sink or your lost dry cleaning Third divorce Or sixth affair Your honor I am not responsible for The lost marbles The clogged drain or the guts on the rug Let’s consult the Purge…

I did this last year scoured and scourged my mind and body  for the lines to play coda of this heroic symphony I squeeze the last images for their finery infuse an internal rhyme with notes peppered with hints of revealing process and referential specificity…

Being alone on a bridge in the night and in the cold-what can be worse? Maybe only feeling that lonely and scared when being in your cozy apartment!!!

“Breathless” I’m breathless. You stole my breathe when you cried out for the first time. I’m breathless. By the discovery of so many unmarked graves! Some were a similar age and size to you right now. Some were never held by their mums. My heart…

Home Stretch By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 22) Lights out Yet my room is illuminated The morning sky reminds me  I’ve made it to the home stretch  The birds are chirping outside my window I’ve convinced myself they are cheering for me 22 hours down My eyes…

“Will you marry me?” he said. Nearly dead on two of three, I replied… “Can I think about it?” They wanted me to speak. They wanted me to hear. They didn’t want me to feel their fucking, those two doctors, local cop, and a politician’s…