Poetry on a Tuesday

I’m riding on that veil like I’m going somewhere. I see the swimming sharks beneath the surface. The cutters of ruggers and filthy do gooders That never do good but talk a big whale of a tale Now I got their veil and I’m flying on it, like the wings of a sail through the … Continue reading Poetry on a Tuesday

Advertisements

I ART

When I go do art stuff, like painting, well like anything really, I'm not painting a thing. As in, "I'm painting a country scene now." No. Not my style. I don't paint a thing. I don't art any thing. I am arting. I am painting. I am drawing. And... When I'm done. I look over … Continue reading I ART

Miss

Jagged little giant Gulp That was not a thing I wanted to swallow And now I’m fire breathing out of my nose And I don’t even smoke any more Remnants of an emotional Cue Gone boo The loneliness of running away from They won’t leave me alone And I … Just want to be free … Continue reading Miss