Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Old litter sit in gutters
while ladies
walk the corner,
one
receiving prayer.
The coffee cups aren’t free,
But you can buy it with coffee.
I’ve never been this far away
from home,
only to find
6 Mile and Woodward Ave.
But isn’t that corner
everywhere?
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss