September 2008
4 posts
“I would love to place an elegant gold crown on your head. I have the urge to...”
Overdrawn
Let me start out with something crystalline clear And this poem which is not about picket signs
Or fences
Justice or assimilation
This poem Is not Dying To be read
This is a fresh brew In a cup hand crafted Honeyed by the wild
Dripping off this crisp fresh clove
of cinnamon stirringstick
Clouded by you’re favored cream
steamed
And frothy With a generous side Serving of chocolate dipped...
sleazette: We Wait; The absence of war does not...