hotel breakfast II

he is a peach farmer from rural south carolina rugged voice, gnarled hands from working the ground for fifty years we sit and drink shitty coffee, talking of army worms destroying crops, tying bow ties, and just how fucked up the news is these days he began wearing bow ties because the lady at the […]

frankensteinly speaking

so this a moment outside of the poetry. just the poet illiterate communing with his readers. a moment of frank and brutal honesty. the she and her don’t really exist. the pain and depression are real. when i’m hopeful, i’m not really. like blowing on an eyelash and wanting the wish to come true. i […]