“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
Super Tuesday: It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
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“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
Bloody mess of a
play that has you laughing at
clots of gore and death.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
My fingers talk my
eyes listen my head makes it
up my heart hungers.
Commute through fiber
optic cable to a home
built by words not deeds
Island band’s Christmas
tunes with a reggae twist our
dinner serenade.
She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.