there's more to life then liquor poured into clear glasses ( Read more... )

These are all poems that we're written in the past few weeks. Enjoy. Or not.

The High of 75 and the Low Low of 32

It's just a brush of cold wind
a slow fox trot
a rush of blood to the head
a rush of adrenaline
and of course two left feet.
A shy girl on the diving board
a porcelain doll make up face.
The summer to fall season is here.

Genetic ( Read more... )