Born and bred by giant turtles in Southern Florida. Began writing poetry at age eleven when a band of storm troopers landed in our turtle bog and taught me their language and brought the gifts of democracy and moondust.
Oh the chocolatey goodness
dark, sweet, and secretive
melting over the puffy,
gooey, hot hot marshmallow
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she looks alot like me
but smaller
this girl.
she writes on walls
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I remember your hands
holding mine in the car
as I sat in the seat behind you.
And how you kissed my cheek
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my dear pablo,
do not leave me.
i have counted on your words for so long
tasting them.
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the o and i are next to each other
sometimes press one when i mean the other
talk to you across the ocean
be here and there, my friend.
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