Sweetness

I dream of times when I travel across hills of berries,crossing rivers of sweet red syrupspassing through valleys of raw chocolate,gardens of green apples, fields of licoriceand climbing mountainsof the richest brown sugar,in search of the sweetness that i know...

Lynch

Look up at the beauty of a fighter with no hope Cut smooth by a thick white wire in his throat Blackened by more than sunshine: fire’s perfect roast Look how he swings higher than coastlines This is the result...

New Roads

You were a new road to him: A new little shortcut From the original route Fresh tar, barely sun-dried. Black, and bold, just how he likes ‘em. And he hugged your curves With the greatest of ease; Ignored your speed...