Dusty corsets keep busy while
mustache men
play Russian roulette.

The room reeks of gunpowder,
desperation, and sweat.

Upstairs are castaway women.
Don't pay them any mind.

Unless you'd like to debase the prettiest victim.
That'll cost you a dime.

Sitting under the prismatic sky,
With my heart so broken,
my eyes shut,
barely catching my breath,
and silently chanting a beautiful prayer.
Though the autumn leaves began to sob with me,
the birds of paradise
welcomed you with love.
We’ll keep the fondest thoughts,
the wonderful memories,
You may now dance there in heaven.
There, amongst the angels.

Would you eat
something called
a chicken dumping?
Well I use to,
three older brothers and a sister
I ate mostly dumplings!

Don’t bother writing a book
change will only render it obsolete
Once I thought I understood
the true role of poetry…

Time is as swift as sand
We grab and hold the beach
falling through our fingers
these foolish fales beliefs…

Take comfort in your love
and watch your spirit grow
Our poetry is but a diary
of our ever changing roles…