Yeast for Two
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
Category: poetry
Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
snaggletooth
pick its decayed snaggled teeth
dreaming putrid schemes
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Angles and Angels
I was your first when you spit
Gaits Unhinged
Leading and following wherever it goes
Donald DaDa
judgment’s noose was tight
