You, Near
My skin drum beats the message
Deep from within my chest sending
Out the rhythmed vibrations
Hopefully, the sound will pound
Upon your own heart
Poetry
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Fling Back Your Sling-Backs
Fling back your sling-backs
To me! Ain't nothing gonna bar
Your unbridled joy of runnin'
Through that cool grass.
Poetry Bites
The poetry of life, like a big dog, sinks
It's teeth into you and shakes you.
Bitten to the bone you are infected.
They drink the poison from their own skin,
Licking the toxic, hallucinogenic toad;
They never go beyond the surface,
While the marrow is our equalizer.
In their own mouths the epithelial cells,
Tell true tales.
They are not listening to the DNA history.
Frenzied and foaming at the mouth with hate
They eat their own flesh.