The walls were most bare during the rare prey seasons and leaves long disintegrated. Outside my Cage, the world was false and gilded. I’m free now, but there Is no one to mate With because I’m too rare: Bisexual, non-Abrahamian, Spiritually sexual Black guy…. Seeks sexually needy Sex dreamer and Wiccan, either sex can apply….Continue reading “I was raised in a Cage, a poem”
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Smokin’ Rome, a poem
A man askedif I would helpwith the bucketbrigade tosave Rome fromburning. I said no, andand litmy cigarette fromamong it’s flames. I smiled atoothless grin, ~puff~
Liferaft in the Abyss 