Dirty Bonnie

Pocket block devils With grit to keep it hot Never seen a check But wads swell the socks Every day, spilling rocks Into the concrete wreck To bleed out the minds, Hearts and faiths. Streetlight butterflies Supplying the wraiths. Funking up sister's kitchen Their lives re-framed With stunk out linens And utensils used in profane.... Continue Reading →

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