Month: August 2018

They are of a single color Blue It is not the blue of heaven But they could be Be mistaken for some angels, A little disgraced and fallen, Because of their very...

Blood for blood, mouth-to-mouth, As you fuck, place your bets Future’s a nigger and not with vinegar Are caught flying carpets. Life is but a blind train Where ...

There, where I once lived We had some sunlight Hung at the window And a garden in the gutter A mirror for the wind and my smile for the charm My lover, who care...