Category: Poetry
Jealous of my million dollar Heat Stroke.
I mean he’s a Ladder.
Preaching It To The Choir
Tell it to me & her,
you’re just Preaching it
to the Choir
The Prism on the Nourishment.
They shine by the Sun.
Labor’s Art.
We][You Do A Great Business
It’s not in your quote-
we][you do a great
Business
