Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I was high above the
mountains
when I heard
the
(*pop*).
I threw out
my Mercedes,
and
My jeweled
Rolex
And still I
went
down.
I didn’t want to
freeze up
there,
So I threw
out
some more.
Over the
side,
over deserts
I dumped
my furs.
I landed in
Ocean.
I couldn’t swim,
letting go
My ego,
and felt….
Buoyant.
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