Me: “No dirty stuff tonight”
Audience: “Boo!”
Me: *reads clean poetry*
Host: “you shoulda done two…”
I guess the people prefer the dirty stuff.
Me: “No dirty stuff tonight”
Audience: “Boo!”
Me: *reads clean poetry*
Host: “you shoulda done two…”
I guess the people prefer the dirty stuff.
I sit n wait, sipping on cups of crushed grapes. My mind drifts away, with each gulp I take. In a sedated state, I sit n wait. Checking the time, hoping you’ll get here fine. Anticipating that fate will bring us face to face, I sit and wait, hoping this isn’t a mistake. Do I meet you halfway? I continue to wait, longer than those who are innate to lose faith Because your words simply say, “I’m on my way…” I know not to rush you when you’re getting ready. But I’m starting to feel like a fool n you’re taking an eternity. So I sit and wait, filling the basin with the juices of fermented raisins