"chiks" poems
You have to find your centre
Embraced we have to find the core
Delusional are paths of poetry
Some blond chrisp chiks
Started a raging fire
Recognizing
A turmoil
But she
Is
Not
A silly
Birdland
She's your cat
She loves your car
Driven words of despair
Now stop it stop it stop it
Embraced taping on my back
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC