Poem 8

She was my closest friend, My dearest companion, My strongest support. She was my fiercest competitor, My most frequent confrontation, My harshest critique. My sister, my friend -h.e.m.


The morning sun shines Sky is golden with blue hues Leaves dance in the wind Summer days are always hot Summer nights are for kissing


Heartless woman breaks Falling through the thick gray fog Lands on thorns and bleeds.


rain falls on water running brook over the rocks plink, can water drown?

Biker Chicks

The girls who kiss me don’t drive those straight delusions. You are what you love. [word collage]