You know I was just like you. Kenneth says
closing his pink lips on the cigarette then blowing
the smoke from his mouth that
poked at my lungs,
back in my day,
his laughter high-pitched
...yeah those were good times
good times. That was last summer when the bees were out flowers blossomed, then winter takes over, though it hardly ever gets cold, if it does it won't
last it's always blazing hot down
here.
YOU ARE READING
we all bleed red
Poetry"I was born on June 22nd, 1947 on the wet warm soil of Anniston, Alabama. Where the climate was equivalent to a steaming pot on a stove." ... "Alabama a South state that was segregated while I was being called a gentleman..." ... "You have to break...
