I was told I am his addiction what he didn't know was that he reminded of la perla in Puerto Rico where zombies have lost themselves in life's disappointments
All in Poetry
17/30 Spring into Love
I am ready
to embrace the pollen of Spring, carry love openly,
like allergies, and let purity pour from cumulonimbus clouds...
Sapiosexual Sentiments 9/30
Thirsty for the knowledge that drips from your medulla oblongata
7/30 Puerto Rican Projects
5 am conversations consist of Bendicion Mami and sighs of relief
that her saved eulogy goes unrecited for one more day
Poetry Died This Morning
Publications point out
that poetry is dead
And I agree-