DedicationIf I were a poet I would be monumental Every page would spit venom on the reader’s unsuspecting soul I would stake out every corner of...
I caught you beatI caught you beat Spitting whiskey at the stars And bawling tears on my neck Spinning jazz on my soul Screeching like mad-cats, Like all...
Aunt TilleyOld Aunt Tilley From Nantucket Island Who babysat my brothers and sister and I With a battery of weapons; A sharp tongue; Tales of the...