'Socks-To-Go'

"Children at the table with Boyardee or bacon in the skillet (cheese toast if it snowed) chatterings behind the aluminum tumblers Then, with a breathy slobber, siblings whisper in hushed stressed lau..."

"Tonight may be tomorrow’s regret         takes me all day to try and forget- (and God forgives, His mercy’s reset) but even then, it’s lingering yet one more sorrow as morning is met. Written March..."

"'Yoo mista’ ... hava’ time for me pleasure in your arms but through your eyes I see- see tomorrow’s wings flya’ me away to your home where not much rain and maka’ brighter day. Yoo, sir, ..."

"My breath's siphoned , and they took it the words and all those poesy misers all consumed the glimpse of my birth a peek of growth of my history not censored by a thing adored but stripped ..."

"What is this stuff - icey rain turned to snow in the middle of March, anyone know? Just as my tanned knees delight to go bare that ol'crazy North wind plain doesn’t care! Nope- it flips me off wit..."

"While in the mirror, tonight , I saw                                     someone else who looks within                                      the forgiveness, by God, with awe                     ..."