Poetry
347 works
The kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade
Quest
Looking for immortality in all the wrong places
In the penumbra of life
Through the attic of death
UnAlphabetless
Should I spend the night with JustALizz?
Nah! give her just a minute or two
She's almost in the middle, Mary's that prudish kindda slut
Letting go… there
Let's make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I'll pick you up at the end of the tunnel
Ode to Stupid
You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flats
Symboless
Let's meet at + infinite
where parallels roll in hay
where love is capable of laughter