Untitled Poem
This poem has no title.Like a horse without bridleit wanders where it wills.It says what it wants to.So empty, it haunts you;so free, its creativity killed.
Country Block
There is a country blockwith a city on one cornerand my friends live on one mileand my family on another.Each day we do our best work,working side by side.We have each other overfor a meal most every night.And on weekends we … Continued
Mad Scientist
If you’ve got a great idea, but no time left in the day,and you wonder what the world would think or what your friends would say,and your seven other projects are getting in the way,and you’re not sure that it … Continued