White Charioot Poem by Minnie Gehrig

I am..
I am..
sick but I am sane...
the ends n outs of a well secured braid...

contemplating..the art of letting go.....

I swear I see my poems as colors..
love is red...

I see a lot of red..

n roses n posies..
paintbrushes buried so deep...

n id love to paint a ceiling in words..

id use my tounge as the brush...







it would purify in the paint of my love...
n id gladly give my own ear to hear,,,
what I cannot say..


all\the things that make me real
lies\\lies all the things lies all lies lie me down to sleep