Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

My Flowers (explicit version)

I'll write you sonnets, if you witness
Vacuous, hollow words contained
Restrained by structure
Ever toiling to find meaning
Or
Run amok in a field of words
Harvesting life's little treasures
Unkempt, sprawling, falling out
Of pants pockets before I shove
In your tall glass with my water.
See, Mommy, isn't it pretty?
Agree?
Fuck You!
How does that make you feel??


I won't explain, you won't get it.

1.7.20

Making Public again. Embracing it now.