My Poetry

A Pantoum on Infestation

The burgundy bugs crawl all around in my brain. Dancing under the pink meat of my face. Their little sticky, sinister feet march again and again. If I wasn’t insane I’d probably feel the bass   of their feet dancing under the pink meat of my face. Chomping on the raw insides of my cheeks… Continue reading A Pantoum on Infestation

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My Poetry

Sonnet 2: The Blues

Sonnet 2: The Blues  A blue butterfly landed on my windowsill last night and I let him in because you had the same eyes.   But his skin was blue and yours was black but your aura had a blueness to it.   Do you still feel that way sometimes Blue?   You never told… Continue reading Sonnet 2: The Blues