January 2011
6 posts
Poems.
the sun sets on this rodeo I am alone with my bloody spurs and the taste of poison staining my lips sky a spill of turpentine grenadine and red wine vomit sand in my eyes and i let the lies boom and blast the stall soprano of fire fights , ashamed i hang my head i roll over and die i jump off the same bridge i built and im still not over it nothing comes close to the dual domination of fear...
By Me
I am not OK and that’s just fine rest your defensive’s and let guilt roll off your back it will surely seep into the gilded spring ground thawing back…..I’m a strong little bullet made of momma spit and thatch from grammas barn I want to defend my milkweed honor… i stand up for myself for if i don’t who will be there to catch each tiny fluff as some swift paw...
