The Cigar That Keeps Practicing

The cigar that keeps practicing That smoke that keeps distracting That close range of poetic justice Lapping a leap to touch this Mirroring rings of poof That prove proof in the third degree To clue the cigar that keeps practicing On point it poofs to everlasting 12.2.15

Queen B Wanna Be

Grammar queen I am not I trip at the thought of a semicolon Let me google the proper way to place that dot or two Dude, I’m just like you You suck at grammar too Except not you, you went to literary school I’m a hard knocks intuition boo 11.21.15

Retains Power, Loses Control

Waking to find you the muse in tune with all the cues You my dear are true to your calling that you move 10.25.15