Poem. 

Drawing a blank on his name

Like the page in front of my face.

Blank. Eyes that wander and

Noses that smell roses. The yellow

Man is near the window. He says

Stay. The man in white is knocking

Down my dreams and he is demanding

Work. The old lady down the street

 From me died on Christmas eve.

So make sure every time you see

A black bird to give him a hug.

And don’t forget to throw all

Your love into the wind.

And the rug outside, has my

Dead guts on it. 

Welcome. 

yellow is over passing.

humans come and go
pass through like light rain
on a Saturday morning
music sticks to my soul
brings me to my whole
makes me realize i am real
this is real
music is real.

poem.

news stands sell bombs in print
while grocery stores rob ya.
keep one penny in your left pocket for good luck.
ask my mother why she hates my guts,
take one last look.
the truth is right here.

poem 

laundry scares and 1999 hair.
my thumbprint is different from yours
my chores take up my afternoon
zoom by, tell gram i said hi
please bring me back to the salt water sea,
my bumblebee. 

happy birthday to you

 you beautiful soul

i will love you forever 

ugly hair.

crumbs that will feed a village,
one million years to survive.
teachers with noses and witches with hoses. 
expiration dates, ugly mates and black ink.
Cut your eyes, hope to die.

loops that taste like fruits