A Slave to the Rhyme
I’ve been a slave to the rhyme.
Chains of servitude* wasted,
Feigning happiness like a mime street performer.
A Slave to the Rhyme
I’ve been a slave to the rhyme.
Chains of servitude* wasted,
Feigning happiness like a mime street performer.
My Favorite Shirt
My favorite shirt is ripping.
Years of fade couldn’t touch it,
Miles of use immaterial.
The Island By the Sea
On an island with sand,
I await the water.
A ship comes in,
A dingy’s daughter.
Aqueous Transference
Once an overbearing dictator,
Now a haphazard mayor,
The vapor is losing,
It’s power in prayer.