Were You With Me Were you with me when the army of peace fled the field When the cause and the purpose ran out ++++++++When our culture couldn't bless us ++++++++When the darker world undressed us Were you with me... Continue Reading →
You’ll Go She tells you grace is boring And you believe her Because her mouth moves like foreign language. So, grace must be boring. She believes in things Like the beautiful corpse And that people with mortgages are boring; Like... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 