No known cure;
I have to do
At least one line
(reading or writing)
...
UNITED STATES of ADDICTION (U.S.A)
Don't do drugs
The high schools taught;
...
LOST IN BLOWING MASS
of WHITE SMOKE
We are window to window
...
CHANGE ISN'T ALWAYS GOOD
The new me is calling;
I want my old life back.
...
Half his face was now
Melting butter
Sliding off a tower
Of lopsided pancakes.
...
CAN YOU LOVE ME BROKEN?
I know you're glue-ing
Pieces too,
...
I'm somewhat a simple poetry guy. Nothing too fancy. I would say that my style and themes are usually less lace, more leather, but always a worthwhile chicken nugget.)
To Poetry Critic
THICK SKIN HELPS
Against darts,
But you threw a spear.
Good thing I ducked.