atop this hill
i see the city extinguish
slowly
light
by
light
it withdraws like a tide
waiting to explode
and overtake every last one of us
trading each breath
for death.
Day: January 23, 2010
your tears
poetryaint poetic in the least
they stream like uneducated
ebonics flow from a non-minority’s
mouth
it aint pretty
it aint even funny
and they damn aint poetic
Failure In Judgement
poetryevery piece
of packing tape
comes peeling off
the bits
it’s meant
to hold together
Packing tape
as substitute
for roofing gun
and superglue?
Never.
Everyone
gets just one
first mistake
however.
the sieve and the sand 