To Write

A rhythm flows like petals fall,

my pen sways over paper’s eyes,

whose lines coax the ink’s words; them all.

Words of the quiet are well traveled, words from a windbag fall to the floor.

let  the
violence
spillout 
of  your 
mo u t h

Food & Sex — Six words — Go

Put the beef in the Enchilada.

PS I’ll post the ones that make me laugh the hardest.

Stating the almost obvious.

My mind thought it;

   voice spoke;

   body built it.

People with the

least to say

talk the most.