showcasing the words of my soul...
Trust me. Pigs make better swimmers.
one of my first poems. written about a horrible restaurant experience at a trip advisor top rated restaurant in barcelona. bad words flowed from an even badder meal. :p
"a diligent man, good with his hands..."
"i'm turning my tv off..."
he moves like music, sounds of big band jazz...
because it feels comfortable... like a favorite sweater made of rose thorns, three sizes too small..