A new poem: “Diner placemat love note”

Diner placemat love note   I have become a front porch Bell jar wino looking for yesterday but all I want is to be a back alley junkie freebasing glimpses of tomorrow and on each day of your absence I’ve received a morphine drip of your perceived value while fearing the dark and squinting toContinue reading “A new poem: “Diner placemat love note””