The Day Rooster Galore Came to Town
He was not born Rooster Galore
Yet Rooster Galore he became
The town he hailed from was of sin
Poetry
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i’m on bus again 092615
For your safety, watch your step and I’m on the bus again.
And how deep is the sea?
Where is the sky when you need something to look up to?
i’m on bus again 090515
I’m on the bus again and when was the last time I saw you?
When was that baby born?
When did they develop such scorn - for me?
The Umbrella
The umbrella was a nice color.
The people passed as they often do
Uncertainty on every face as if to say;
DarkWoman
And so I see the world with black eye whites
I touch you with dark hands
Your insides are less than white
Hope’s Quest
Hope arrives quietly
unescorted, without fanfare
Hope doesn't understand she is not welcome
Languageless
If I were speechless
How would you receive my whisper?
Would you decipher my thought between comas?
Sleigh
In the morning, that night was gone
I hooflesed my horses
One by one, a meadow at the time
Hahah
Ha, ha, haha
The laugher was there without the hahah ha & ha
Was above the unstoppable
Moral undance
Naked, by the moonless breath
With visible hope, unfogging glossy moans
Destatuing the unrisen