Your Essence
Is that a leaf or a cobra’s back? You’ve stashed yourself in, Green and venous A bract to your flower Pinned close; ensnaringly To shroud your venom -your essence I fear your pull no longer
Brooklyn
A Mind In The Sky
I finally greet takeoff The wait has been long enough As my weight is taken outside of nature’s pattern And flippantly made lesser or greater The faces worn by those around me […]
The Pressing Wait
Hot sips of tea I sit n’ wait for you With cold arms & buckled knees I sit n’ wait for you Same ole, you’re-late-again I sit n’ wait for you When will this waitin’ […]
