...i have this urge to submerge myself in verbs and adjectives...relative…to this life i live...subliminal messages delivered through action words...just a hop, skip & a jump from what it is I deserve...disturbing perhaps that’s it’s so close yet out of my reach…deep plunge into the aquamarine lines across the notebook paper…I write…the urge to submerge myself in words can sometimes be deadly…so I come up for air…briefly…in despair…no life vest needed…when knee deep in it…poetry spit…legitimately living it…every verb, noun, & metaphor… i implore you to explore…my words.
surf and turf…longhorn’s filet & fried shrimp (or what’s left of it from a date with the Z’ness earlier)…and a little texas tonion action…oh and some boobage.