Another day
Another paper
Another test
Another way
To fix this mess
Another class
Another offer
Another teacher
Telling me I'll do great
Another college
Another price
Another world
One that I'm afraid of
Another day
I wake up
Another night
I go to sleep
Another test
I have to pass
Another paper
I have to write
Another style
I have to try
Just to try to get
Another college acceptance

anything is
anything can
be
a poem
if you
will it
there are
no rules
in poetry
at least
not in
my
poetry

You're dangerous, the way in which, a subtle word, your tongue does pick, a smile on, a daggers edge, shy coated memories on which we dredge, up feelings of current circumstance, the lovers last midnight glance, she plucks and strokes a careful tune, a harp that makes the lovers swoon, a *** a tat and time goes on, until the final stroke off an eastern gong,
will it ever be revealed? that which is the truth?
... I really don't want to go babe, but someone else is waiting for this telephone booth!

Lipstick
Perfume
Skinny jeans
Eyeliner
Bangs in my face
Combat boots