“Fresh dog shit on the rug or white bird shit on the windowStains unwanted that have to motherfuckin go,            “Similar when I scrub period blood off my ballsUsing her boyfriend’s toothbrush after fucking menstrual walls,             “The thought alone...

As you gaze       and come to recognize            the black fire within me,                and realize you're now claimed,   you say, "no gothic rose       can be dominated!        ...

The words and linesaren't coming today.I lie down for a nap.I dreamt of metaphorsand similes.I woke up.The years swim awaylike bass at spawningtime.

The lady of sorrow  does not possess a name. For the sake of this poem, I will call her: Lady Sorrow.   There's another time in another place, where she sat deep between the slopes of a ravine.    It was overcast,  and so was the spirit in her eyes. Where...

Those who make the laws Seldom abide by them Those who call for war  Fight them from the boardroom  Those who pick the crops Are the hungriest of all Those who write the news Believe nothing