Tuesday, December 31, 2013

I Hope You Enjoy!

The finale is here and no one can witness it. I am sitting at my tablet counting down the words until this is done. Something is on the television that does not matter. My love is asleep soundly while I am at work to finish my tiny masterpiece. After this is through, life will continue and I will most likely stay up longer pondering my next move.

I have always lived and died by "sleep is for the weak," but no longer. The more rest I obtain, the better my words come to me without hesitation. I work through nights to finish what I start. Accomplishment for me are all to simple the past couple years. I believe I need to change that in the preceding.

I would I could write more that I would make this flow smoothly, but what is the point. Prose poems all over the place. It is too late to turn this into some haiku, Shakespeare sonnet or ode. I wrote those along the way and I am pleased with how everything turned out. I assure myself that it will all be edit in time for my next project.

I hope you enjoy!


This is it, my very last poem for the year. Thank you everyone who read. It does not matter to me if you kept up, I just enjoyed your company. I enjoy writing because it is what I like to do. It is my hobby and I will probably never stop. I have written a short (very rough) book this year and a year worth of poetry. My life has been all over the place. I have a lot of plans for next year and may consider doing this again. As my tag line has always said: I hope you enjoy!

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

I want to make a change in my life
So why not kick it off with the new year
While everyone goes to the gym
I will be eating happily on my couch
Running a marathon sounds easy enough
My training will consist of walking
I hear people will try to use social media less
Well, my goal is to check it at least once an hour
All the bars in my area do not allow smoking
So I better smoke up even more before going
College loans are starting to stack up
But my credit limit is so high right now
I really hate my meaningless job
Maybe I should find a new one after I get fired
There is a new family moving in right next door
And they have a hot daughter my age
My new years resolution is to help others
Who would like to get with me later


I wonder if people are making their new years resolutions. I do have some, but they are not this horrible. I hope everyone makes their resolutions meaningful and helpful.

I hope you enjoy!

Take The Easy Way Out

There is an easy out
Give up and head home
Why do my emotions get the best of me
Every time I come to class
I understand nothing
The teacher is speaking a foreign language
Most days I ask my neighbor for help
I get many mean looks
But none of them are accommodating
I have had someone ask to borrow my notes before
She was cute and the only girl to ever talk to me
When I told her that I did not have any notes
She never spoke to me again
Each quiz I take in this class
I fail miserably
My home is not far
A forty-five minute drive sounds nice
I try to participate as much as possible too
The final exam sounds like it will be hard
I better go talk to my teacher
This is the last week before grades are in


I was not this person while attending college. However, I believe a large population of the student body does this. They do not try and get help before it is too late. There are a ton of resources.

I hope you enjoy!

I'm Almost Done

As time flew by
I think of the time
I have spent here

Each day was the same
Nothing changed
I used three devices

None out weighed the other
All were portable
In their own ways

I enjoyed our late nights
Staying up all hours
To write another after another

I have used everything
All my references
And terrible puns alike

The time is almost up
And it has been a fun ride
Something bigger is next


I cannot believe I am nearly done with this long adventure. I did not write every single day like I should have, but I will write 365 poems in one year. I always caught up when it counted.

I hope you enjoy!

Tigers Over Texas

Tigers over Texas was the plan
We bring in all different kinds of Tigers
From all over the world and show them off
However, when I say Tigers, I meant real ones
Why is someone named Tony here
Who is Dey and why is he throwing a football
Can Calvin please get ahold of that Tiger
Stop this Tiger from jumping everywhere
That Tiger is nothing but a house cat
Get that baseball out of his Paws
Where is the live Tiger we were promised


This sounds like something Texas could mess up. An exhibit asking for popular Tigers and instead, we get fictional ones. Can you name all the references?

I hope you enjoy!

An Upset Stomach

I roasted a pig under my truck
The wife came out and screamed "Oh, Yuck!"
I told her the taste is out of this world
She nearly believed me and let out a hurl

I asked a neighbor if they had any napkins
They did not hear me as I yelled like a captain
My wife was still spilling out all of her guts
The more she sees it, the more I'm out of luck

I flagged down a neighbor coming home from the grocery
I yanked for some bags until they hit me with hosiery
They were not too happy as they told me to get off their lawn
It is time to panic since my wife won't last long

Finally some clothes that were flung in the street
I darted for them stumbling over my own feet
As I arrived a young child yelled to his mother
Who cares what they see, my wife is out of order

I gave my wife some children's clothes I found
She started to vomit even more with a frown
I took the shirt that I gave my poor wife
It smelled like dog shit, that ended my life


I decided to have fun with this one. Sure it is nasty, but it was still fun to write. I hope you do not have a weak stomach when you read this.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, December 30, 2013

Springtime

The turbulent wind
Pushes me toward the Springtime
Birds can't handle this


Haiku time. I think it has been awhile since I wrote one. I am trying to get better at them.

I hope you enjoy!

Never Listen

Roughhousing around the shed sounds like fun
Until someone gets hurt
Rodger tried to tell Peter to stop
But things tend to get worst when Peter is around

Once Peter took a pellet gun and shot the shed
Unknown to the fact that his pet ferret was inside
That little fellow no rests in peace because of him
Rodger hates him for that

The house is a wreck thanks to Peter
His hyperactive lifestyle makes it rough on their mother
All of the furniture is stained and each chair is scuffed
Peter loved to ride around the house in a chair
Peter was running away from Rodger when he tripped
Unfortunately, Peter was supposed to pick up the tools around the shed
He feel straight onto a rake
It was spiked right through his head


Dumb boy.

I hope you enjoy!

Married To The Job

A lucky rabbit's foot dangles from her ear
She has beautiful brass rings on her fore fingers
On top of her collarbone lies a diamond pendant
Its chain resembles her golden hair, thin and pungent
Her ring fingers are empty for no one has proposed
She has obtained all of her jewelry from clients

One day as she was seeing a client for the tenth time
He proposed to her with a beautiful white gold ring
Before she could say yes, she had to call someone
The terrible person on the other line said it would cost
She took the ring and said yes jumping with joy
The man was going to have to pay for her release

The terrible person who was on the line accepted his cash
She fell in love with him as she once fell in love before
The clientele was much cleaner and sweeter
Pay was better than ever and she could afford more jewelry
She was married to her job no matter the expense


I saw a lucky rabbit's foot on a keychain while watching a television show. It kind of went from there off the deep end.

I hope you enjoy!

What Plaque

Ruthless, reinventing, redeem
A plaque represents your future
It guides you to your destination
Helps you obtain jobs worth mentioning
This plaque can make or break you
If you choose wrong, life may be hard
Obtaining the perfect job may take time
Learning from your mistakes
Will only make you stronger
Until the government is after you
Try not to fret with an overqualified job
Payoff your debt then obtain a new plaque


Jobs are hard to come by. When people get a degree they want, but cannot find a job in that field, it sucks. I hope they find one (I luckily did, and miss it now), but it will take time.

I hope you enjoy!

Echinoidea

I am reminded of a journeyman
He roamed the land searching
Longing for his one true love
The lengths he went to find it
Is unbearable to the curable
His love would be bestowed
Only to the few manageable
He slept many nights under
The beautiful crescent moon
Instead of asking for directions
He traveled south until he
Reached the salty sea and beach
His love was waiting for him
In the shallowest part of the ocean
He dove right in and finally found
His one true love: dazzling sea urchins


Something is highly wrong with fellow. My girlfriend inspired me for this poem. I remember at the Christmas party we were at that there was a sea urchin decoration that she pointed out.

I hope you enjoy!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sideways Father

The tantalizing baby cheers her father on
She cries, laughs, and hops for joy
The world is a big unknowing to her
Without hesitation, she falls by the wayside
Her father is now sideways and she giggles
Never has she seen her father like this
She starts to drool from one end of her mouth
Her feet are looking for balance
Her father comes over and picks her up
She left the floor faster than ever before
The room looked eerily familiar
A man she has seen before appeared
He held something she could not recognize
The pain was unbearable and she screams
This goes on for years to her understanding
She is calm when she sees her father sideways again


I wonder what goes on in a baby's head. I doubt newborns think like this, but getting the feel of how they see could be marvelous.

I hope you enjoy!

The Forbidden River

The river flows with the inability to create new life
Only pure, bland, clear water roams these lands
Animals drink the water while people worship it
The people know that if they have a drink
A great evil will be bestowed upon the village
Once, a weary travel drank from the forbidden river
Instead of dying from the tasteless water
His family was plagued and soon died upon his return
The surrounding animals never faced dire consequences
They drank it like it was their only life source
Much later, people tried to drink from the river once again
This time they decided to test its nutrients and detain it
They had thousands of trucks absorb the water
With each test, they knew it could be a liable resource
The more they drain the water, the more the inhabitants died
Instead of cursing just one person or group of people
This water source is cursing the world


I thought about a river and went from there. I hate how we use so much water. We will most likely kill ourselves by the loss of water before pollution.

I hope you enjoy!

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Summer Vacation

I wonder what rock bottom feels like.
It sounds pointy and cold.
In fact, my father hit rock bottom recently.
It was around the time my mother sued him.
She called these men to make him pay lots of money.
I remember hearing the word “Bank Upsey.”
It sounds very similar to when I used to ask to be picked up.
I have no idea why my father cries all the time.
When I see him cry, I hug him.
That was my summer vacation.



Talk about a crappy vacation. I feel bad for this kid.

I hope you enjoy!

Italic Meetings

Infidels, lend me your ears
No, Bob, you are not an infidel
Tony, yes, you are one
Mary, I’ve told you every day of our existence what you are
Brother Michael, who is not really my brother, you are not
Little Sally, your mother can answer that question
Bobbie, I told you before, you are not an infidel
Father Zachery, why would you be considered an infidel
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, yes, you are one
Linda, are we not related
No people, our canines have no say what they are
Why would they be for or against this issue
Felines, let’s say they are for, actually
Is everyone done talking aloud
Infidels, it has come to my understanding that
No, for the third time Bob, you are NOT an infidel



This is an experimental poem I was working on when coming back home from Portland. I could not really think about what to write, so I decided to make it a speech about infidels.

I hope you enjoy!

The Flock

A rebel by day, a do-gooder by night
I flourish the sky with adolescence
Flight school was hard at first
But I graduated top in my class
I have thirty confirm hits
All in a twenty day period
I am most proud of bulls eyes
They are never easy since
The wind and human’s speed
Can be erratically different
The younger the human
The more predictable the shot
I take precedence with each confirm hit
I try to holler for fellow comrades
One day, I will fly into a home
And show these humans who I really am
Wait, what is this, finally an opening
Don’t be fooled George
There is an invisible force field



I have dreamed of flying someday. As a bird though? No. However, I do hope this goes on in their head.

I hope you enjoy!

Different Sex Marriage

Stop-Motion commuting from one place to another never gets old
Her fever is high and if I am not there, her old bag of a mother tends to her
Not to say her mother is unthinkably he worst woman in the world
But in this terrible reality, she is undoubtedly the worst person in the world
It all started when I asked her daughter for her hand in marriage
Word got out about my past life that I am not proud of, an experimental stage
My past boyfriends would most likely appreciate my current find and catch
In matter of fact, she has met some of my past lovers who enjoy poking fun at me
A story here and there is not so bad, until they come off snobby and jealous
I like to think of myself as a catch unless the tides breaks just right
Then, and only then, do I like to do the fishing since my wife was a hard one to handle
When she found out about my rocky past with passions that seemed abnormal
She was scared, horrified and crying day-in and day-out until she finally broke
We stopped seeing each other for a good month or two until I built up the courage
I explained to her that thing are different, life has worked in mysterious ways
We both grew up catholic and while I may be looked down upon
I want her to hold her head up high since my life is much better with her
Again though, her mother does not agree with any of my sediments
I have been yelled at, hit, cursed, and most recently, shunned from her church
No bother though because I love my wife and will protect her from someone so evil
My mother taught me to always cherish whoever I love no matter gender or race



I am not sure what was going on in my head. I think this is a pretty interesting story out of many things I have written.

I hope you enjoy!

Only God Forgives

The reverend always told me to never fight
God will save me, he will touch the sinful
And smite all who stand in his or my way
I was in my first fight at age twelve
I followed my reverend’s orders
And did not take a swing at the bigger bully
Instead, I prayed so hard that I was speaking
The bully told me I was saying gibberish
Which was not true at the time
I was praying for the bully’s soul to burn
Burn in hell along with every wrong-doer
He laughed in my face and knocked me down
I was on my back for nearly five minutes
And my face was blown up like a balloon
I spoke to the reverend and told him what happened
He said I did the right thing, by not hitting back
I reiterated the fact that I prayed so hard
Yet, God did nothing to help me in my time in need
The reverend said something that I will never forget
“Only God Forgives”
From that moment on, I decided to not only pray
For my enemies and a swift death
I made sure of their death to be quick



The movie inspired me on this one. Only God Forgives is a classic in my book even if it hard to understand and follow.

I hope you enjoy!

The Pulse

Rummaging through the undercarriage
I come upon a rifle with three bullets left
How I use them now comes down to fear
I fear the horrible outcome of my family
Uncle Pete and Aunt Rose may be dead
Luckily, my wife has taken the children
I pray that they made it to Canada safely
I cannot take another casualty after tonight
My group broke apart and scattered
I am only with three strangers and their dog
We met outside of Williamsburg two nights ago
Our food is scarce and sickness is starting to set in
These three bullets could end our lives right here
I am not sure how much longer I can journey
The government said this was temporary
Until you see your neighbors peering
Aching, oozing, disembodied, wanting
To eat you and anything with a pulse



I am not sure where the inspiration came from on this poem. I was probably thinking about zombies.

I hope you enjoy!

BEES

Head, shoulders, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Run, faster, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Zigzag, side-to-side, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Water, dive-in, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Safe, surface, bees and toes
Bees and toes
Snakes, alligators, bees, oh know
Oh know



There were a lot of children on the flights I was on. I decided to make a song out of it. Also, Oprah's bees fiasco gif is just brilliant.

I hope you enjoy!

A Love Letter

Dear Love, I cherish the afterthought your afterbirth. The child shall be strong like me and cunning like you. I apologize if our child becomes nothing more than a homicidal maniac; it does run in the family. My great-aunt Gretchen once killed the neighbor’s dog for frolicking in the bushes late in the evening. Her half-brother Bill sliced the ear off his childhood friend because he would not listen to a word he said.

Of course, they are not the worst in the bunch. I remember seeing my brother, Lenard, kill rodents for the fun of it. If one appeared in our midst, I prayed for it to run as far as its little legs could. My step-mother, Denise, once removed, enjoyed sawing dolls head’s off. She thought that each one had a living spirits inside of it. My sister, Darla, never had a complete doll in her childhood.

My Love, do not worry though. I do not have any weird problems like the rest of them. I may be crazy, but I am crazy in love with you. The jury had me all wrong. I did not run over any bystanders in that church parking lot. They jumped in front of our SUV while I tried to dodge them the best I could.
Not Crazy, Your Loving Husband
Prison Inmate 251025



I am not sure how this prose poem came to mind while I was on the plane. It was a fun one to write though.

I hope you enjoy!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Fasten YOUR seat belt while seated

"FASTEN SEAT BELT WHILE SEATED"
These words scare the living shit out of me
My intuition screams for me to change each phrase
Why can't the seat be more friendly and familiar
"FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELT WHILE SEATED"
That is much better since it feels more personal
Oh know, every chair needs to be fixed now
I hope when I call the flight attendant
They do what I did since I already feel insecure
Remember, the customer is always right
Where is my goddamn drink with complementary nuts


I hate what is written on the seats as you can tell.

I hope you enjoy!

Where To Next

The tackiest of tacky seats stare back at me
Each line portrays a different color of sunlight
I am tired of staring at these seats
They tell me to go here and there, without hesitation
Whenever I have a break, I am normally sitting
With the tacky seats oozing with excitement
I believe they scream for my eyes to be onlookers
No matter how hard I hit them, they keep their shape
It is unworldly how these seats never have creases in them
People sit in them constantly, probably doing the same thing as me
I have one job and that is to stare at the back of this seat
Every plane ride is exactly the same
I hate my job


The seats in the planes sucked. I hated staring at them since they all looked the same. Long plane rides can make you go insane.

I hope you enjoy!

You Know, Someone Famous

In mid-flight, the unimaginable happened
I saw him staring back at me with those blue eyes
Did he notice when I glanced elsewhere with confusion
He yelled for me to come over, but I acted like I didn't hear anything
A piece of paper fell into my lap as I stared at my tablet
The paper said, "I know you know, so why don't you, you know"
I hate it when I see this phrase "you know"
Do people know when they use this phrase that the other person doesn't understand
The matter-of-fact could be that I know who he is
However, what can justify with just one stare
Even if I do know who he is, I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Does the "you know" mean for me to come over and appear knowledgeable of who he is
Maybe throw him under the bus and act shocked while others notice who he is
"You know" I do know who he is, but I choose not to visit with him
Those gorgeous blue eyes will have to find another onlooker
Another piece of paper fell into my lap
The paper said, "Thanks for noticing," signed, "You know"


I hate it when you think you see someone famous, and it is not them. The worst part is if you find someone who is semi-famous and want to be noticed.

I hope you enjoy!

The Unforgiving Wart

He worried about a wart that never seemed to disappear
He learned of the woman cheating on him with another woman
He wished he could disappear like his father did the day he asked for forgiveness
He understood the meaning of love, life and the pursuit of happiness
He talked everything over with his mother when it came to Jesus
He acknowledged the unknown, but discovered what it meant to be a shadow
He wanted everything, yet wanted everyone to have everything else
He tried to give it his all with no hearts in sight, nor ears, nor mouths
He cried when he heard the song that reminded him of her
He worried more about his wart that needed to disappear
He grabbed a knife and made that wart disappear


Not sure what inspired me to write this. Maybe a wart popped into my head and I thought I should write about it. It sounds more like a lament than anything, maybe an ode.

I hope you enjoy!

A Belligerent Child

Life, unknown to the belligerent child
Sighs in happiness, shrouds in its sleep
The world is more than their sea or oyster
Unexpected events will cause them succeed and fail


Mother and father can calm the child
But what of the future mistakes that will question society
Consequences must be taught through self-pity
Broken hearts will mend the weaklings, the undesirables


Once the child finds a worthy accompanist
Mother and father will no longer matter
The younger the other child the worst off the parents
The older the other child the worst off the parents


Parents cannot win, only fall between the core and weeds
They can guide their child, raise them as they were
But who will resistant who, a thin line drawn
If the parents disobey, the child will do the same


The belligerent child chooses to find happiness
Their parents will be by their side through success or failure
While the world starts to come apart at the seams
The child understands that the world is their own



I wrote many of the upcoming poems on my plane ride from and to Seattle. I cannot remember much of the inspiration. I think a rowdy child on the plane helped me write this one.


I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Two Pronged Forum

A two pronged idea popped into his head
He saw it from one point while referring to a thread
The idea is contort with feelings aside
Abide by the laws is like being torn from the inside
He knew that the idea was an itch he had to scratch
Instead of writing from his own words, he created a match
This other personality was him twofold
A little more persistent and a little more controlled
He spoke with his heart with this new personality
The others would respond with a new mentality
People started following him more than before
He adored the new followers, but no one knew him anymore
His other personality was in shambles with no responses
People no longer questioned him with subtle nuances
Instead of closing that account, he let the other live in infamy
He let himself down instead of coming to an epiphany


I like to comments on some blogs and wonder if people make dummy accounts who like to be more controversial. It reminds of Ender's Game with the politics.

I hope you enjoy!

Icy Weather

Slip
Fall
Busted lip
Slip
Catch
Frozen hand
Slip
Break
Broken ankle
Slip
Laugh
Impatient bastard
Slip
Skate
Crossed street
Slip
Text
Finally home


The other day during our ice storm, I walked half a mile to my apartment to get some milk. During that entire trip, I slipped seven times. I was not hurt, but I was scared I was going to get hurt. It was worth it though.

I hope you enjoy!

Time Off Until Seattle

Time off abides by nobody
The elements justify staying home
I will fly to a beautiful place
Where fish from the sea greet me
With a frown


I am about to leave for Seattle soon and I have been off from work for a very long time because of weather. It is time to update this blog!

I hope you enjoy!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

LeBron

Making my way through the court, I see
A youngin looking at my clean sneaks
They depict a man jumping in the air
The child comes up and yells, "Jordan," I'm unaware
I told the child that it was just a man with a ball
The child was more fascinated with the fact I'm tall
He must think I am a basketball player withdrawn
My shoes look tight, sleek, and clean
The child proclaims I am wearing Jordan's unseen
I am still confused, but walk away
While the little child follows me around all day
I told him that I did not know of any Jordan
The child starts to cry, likewise I feel torn up
I pick up the child so he could dunk the ball
He hops around with glee from feeling so tall
The child approaches me and what does he say
"You are Michael Jordan," thanks for the cliche


I thought of a twist at the very end. The man wearing the shoes is actually LeBron James when he was very young. I am pretty sure that he wore Jordan's in his youth, so I thought I would let the child believe his was the real Michael Jordan. The best part is that LeBron is called the next Jordan too.

I hope you enjoy!

Grambling Gambling

The rambling man is a Grambling fan
Who lives and breathes Louisiana

Black and Gold, a ferocious hold
Tigers rise over opponents scold

The marching band performance unmatched
They play the big stage for presidencies parades

Willie Davis and Mr. Brown
Dominated the field and was the best around

Willis Reid was a prodigy
Who's style of play is a beautiful marquee

They opened their doors in 1901
Each year they always impress everyone

The rambling man never attended Grambling
But still lives and breathes Louisiana's gambling habits


I am not sure why I wanted to write about Grambling State University. It sounds like a great university after doing some research about it. I thought, why not have a man who rambles on about Grambling, but never actually attended. He just likes to bet on their games.

I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Formation

The formation is formality
Where as normality is fetal
A feminine roundhouse kick
To the juggler sends seniority
Back to the rocky stone ages
Once the past is recognized

The formation will tear away
Left flank and the write flank
Are open with no extremities
The next blow will prove fatal
Pressure points in particular
Will make any age cease to exist

The formation splits in two
Seamlessly apart for all the better
Destruction reins over all the lands
Where barren land promises more
Than any crops or rocks or faux
Only the future outcome remains


I believe this is one of my better poems that I have written lately. It may sound confusing, but each stanza and line do play off each other.

I hope you enjoy!

Purell Alcohol

Purell is no ordinary product
It is THE product for COLLEGE
Are your hand dirty
Do they have ink, lead or chemicals on them
Use Purell, the purest of ale
Oh, you see what I did there
Drinking ALWAYS intrigues the mind,
Bodily functions and procrastination
How else would students be able to study
Alcohol makes COLLEGE tolerable
With probability test happening less often
If I walk into this building at this time
What is the chance a Purell container will be there
Second-to-none actually


I've noticed at the campus I work at that Purell is EVERYWHERE. You cannot go into a building without seeing hand-sanitizer in the corner, at a front counter, or even near the bathroom.

I hope you enjoy!

A Nutty Grave

Darting across traffic
I search for my true love
She has a hard outer shell
But is still as a bug

She never gives me a headache
Unless she's buried underground
I start to frown if I can't find her
Sometimes I listen for a sound

I claw for her as fast as I can
She is buried deep into the land
I relieve her from this shallow grave
She is now mine and I can eat today


Squirrels are funny creatures. When they find a nut, they usually bury it as fast as possible. Then when they want the nuts, they claw furiously for it. Such cute little guys/gals.

I hope you enjoy!

Cinder Blocks Falling

Cinder blocks falling
From the chilled hazy blue sky
Peasants fear the cold


Oh, how I love the Haiku.

I hope you enjoy!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Washington Football

The remainder of the season is pointless
Let's throw out the rookie instead
Rain, sleet or snow, he will get us through the year
What mistake is he making that will affect us
We want him to lose games, not win them
The more losses for this losing season makes us happy
Next year will be our year
We will have a healthy team with RGIII


I do not write many poems about sports, but I could not resist taking a shot at the Washington (insert racist name here).

I hope you enjoy!

Getaway

Total destruction
To the hodgepodge scheme
The plan is foiled
It came apart at the seams
The driver is in between
The lies and king pins
His only sin is
Not coming clean
This redeeming quality
Will go unnoticed
The police will seize
With ease their atonement
A desperation getaway car
Behind the wheel afar
Being followed to the bar
A target on the driver
The right of passage
Is livelier than usual
One more drink before
The driver sees the light


I am behind with my poetry since I was solely working on my book I finished in one month (more on that later). I will do my best to update everything this week on here.

I hope you enjoy!