1. with intense vigor do i awake and begin the day. the dog pisses in white snow, as icecycles fall with melting sun, my feet are barefoot upon naked wood boards, and i have no coat yet i stay warm. my pen moves into shapes the language of man , even though they can read, [...]
i had only ever written three poems before traveling to san francisco …… there i found my passion for poetry, and now have over 55 notebooks of poetry in my closet…….
one of my first discoveries in san fran was coming across an edna st. vincent millay book
i fell in love with her [...]
enclosed is my soul
i sit quiet and reserved
as the girls laughed and smoked pot
no one talked to me
nor me to them
then my lover comes in
his eyes never touch mine
just a forenight ago
he touched his semen to my lips
now he sits across from me
beer in hand, like i dont exist
to feel so alone at the party
like [...]