When I stepped into the sedan, I was sedated by the sight of my driver Tony's hair. You got Jherri, as in curl, I asked. He said, "they call it Shirley now." He asked, "would you like to run your hands through it?" It felt slippery, smooth.Read More
I beat myself with books of the sages. I feel their prose shift my gages, write me right, lie and fuck me to sleep at night. I hear and feel them saying, "baby, baby, it's alright."
I see with my tongue. I taste with my mind. I've got more than 5 senses. Livings for those that are unkind. Those with bones, blood, vertebrae, spleens and missing spines. The kind with little heart, missing pieces of mind: the programmed kind.
My kinds dreaming, scheming how to love it forward, backward, left and fighting to write it right. We give all peace of piece of mind.