Pain under index and thumb
For my hearts becoming numb
In my words and rhymes I hum
For my hearts becoming numb
Although I see all the support
A memory close to abort
Then I think of a much higher court
Scar on my spirit hard to abort
Although I say this at this second
Nobody knows how energies beckoned
If I have my choice in my final hour
Would not be vodka but a whiskey sour
Gabby's is a place down the street
A place to sing, a place to meet
New people and one you know
Thinking back not Gabby's show
I could always ways go for a walk
Hang out as we talk
Touch on the subject of life and death
Or talk about songs like Kisses Beth
There was a time I loved to cook
Don't know how many chops it took
To cut that onion till it drew tears
Pained eyes then the pan sears
Did not know I could turn that so subtle
Guess my brains in some sort or huddle
Creating ways to speak in my own code
Yet have created my own abode
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
NUXIIITHIRTEEN Introduction
PuisiThis book is the first of 15 books that I have been working on with this being an introduction. All with 26 poems each. Thirteen representing my birthday and twenty-six representing the whole number and poetry completing me. By the end my goal is to...
