seeking. writing.
they took her from the Nation far from crystal meth far from the painful deaths, her father, brother, mother-dead
By Michele Cuomo3 years ago in Poets
We don’t have royalty But we do have celebrity We don’t have scapegoats But they'll cram down our throats The narrative they choose
the cop took your man and made him a blue chalk outline now wreathed In candle flame we took your man consumed
I will sing the color grey the only way for new grace as I walk this long journey see splendor in the lined face Grey softens the searing day