thing is

still hearing the last goodnight
making it through a morning
reading isis, agape
squinting for poets
grasping for friends
not making it through morning

reading you love me in the morning
reading

holding onto each other

Tom Collins

To and from Avis,
we take the bus.
The navigator or our journey
is a man filled with Jesus.
He does please us.
Las name Collins, first name Tom.
He listens to gospel
on a CD Rom.
From the looks of his skin
he could be a member
of the nation of Islam.
He's got a mixed drink named after him,
for a good time mix sweet, sour, and gin.
He's quick to help
when he parks the shuttle.
My bag is so heavy, he busts a nuttle.
But he's a trooper
no time for rebuttle.

Lime chips

When I eat lime chips
I feel like shakin my hips
They make me so happy
I know it sounds sappy,
But I crave them when life
gets crappy.
Sometimes they are crispy,
sometimes stale, but either way
They would be my last meal.
In jail.
Thank you Lays, for you have brightened
my days.
Hey no joke, it's seriously making
me broke.
But like I said, they make me smile
For them, I would walk a mile.

These are poems from the past. The said thing is, they are only from 3 years ago. Clearly I've grown...


Hairy leg

What I have is a hairy leg
When I show people, they beg
me to stop
they do a jaw drop.
It makes me feel sad, bad, not so rad.
Dang I'm mad.
My friend Hannah is it's biggest fan.
She doesnt care that it's not tan
or smooth.
What do I have to prove?
Nothing.
That's right father, you can't bother
me.
Grow hair, grow hair.