Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I once lived in Florida,
but never saw any gators….
But I did have a bible thrown at me
enterin’ a gay bar.
Nothin’ like that warm Southern Comfront,
Where men are men, stuck in someone
else’s closet.
And the women can only make babies….
But I guess it ain’t so bad,
sense that drink is spreadin’.
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