[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You'll know pain when it walks up to your door and raps its ragged fingertips against it begging you to let it in. You'll know pain when it sneaks its way in through the cracks of your...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Outside your heart Homeless Paging through bins For the leftovers of love Outside your hut Hopeless Paging through sins Lust-overs to forget love I'm a walking taboo A living bag of bad deeds I'm a desert plateau...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dis ‘fro Coiled or curled or kinky, Uncombed Ain’t no ‘Do A brush won’t do Dis ‘fro Lines on the scalp, Take me to you I mean a ‘lack’, lovey I mean Black, bro I mean fear,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] When I make love to my dearest, I picture someone else. He places fat rolls of paper over his main member to measure its width, what a pervert. His breath reeks of cigarette ash, cherry flavored; it...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I'm looking at people going nowhere in the rushing Universe things are passing in the motion of unsettled cases thoughts melt in a drop of time I get tired in solitude I'm searching for the truth in...