In a 90 degree sun speeches day 1000 in subway degrees Sweat beads On your back You ponder. Do backs sweat? Clearly Makeup melts to a tan drip, Now the perfect slip for a pottery piece. You can fire that sucker right in the subway.
Tag: Poem 5
Poetry Marathon Hour 5:
Another prompt from I am Incomplete without you – which is honestly one of my favorite prompt books ever and is probably the most valuable thing I’ve ever invested in. Your Name is _________ and you are important. Your name is ______ and you are…
Hour Five – No Witnesses
Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…