Feed Clutter

There’s hunger in us, everywhere,
In every type of soul;
A longing for another life,
A different touch, or role —

So scatter leavings on the path
That someone might devour:
That’s why I clutter up your feed
With poems
Every
Hour

Charleston

Lift me up from shame to love,

Set my heart to rights;

Give me what I’m dreaming of

There, behind the lights

 

Past the bridge, to Charleston,

We are soon to go;

Past the bridge, to Charleston —

Please, I need

To know