Poems With Colors

Happy Birthday D.Tere.

Even though we're no longer

Together or speaking I ish I

Could buy you some

"Bob's Burgers" things.

While we tried we still can't

Be friends, obviously.

Still, it's good knowing you've

Found the man who'd

Give you a ring and likely

One day a family.

It's what you wanted more

Than anything.

May the universe of

The holy spirit continue

To give you blessings

And more gifts of life.

I don't drink like I used to

So this poem can be the toast

Of wime, staining the page violet,

A colour that is your favorite.

I'm a good man but I can't claim saint,

I've hop'd fences, left my name in paint.

For the most I fly straight; burn bud to levitate

Think too much then masturbate.

At times I like to speed down the highway

With passengers trippin like "Aye Guey!"

Satanic techno plays but I practice no religion,

If there is a God, she understands my decisions

And put me here for new forms of entertainment,

At least till it's time to grab my soul for the rent.

Until then I walk my walk and leave my mark,'

Traverse the realms of light and dark.

What a trip to have made it this far.

Some believe I can even write bars.

Well here we are with the ink again,

Searching for one holy moment between

Purity and sin.