These are some of the poems that got me an A+ in English 412 - pretty funny to look back.
Whiskey. Whispers. Cocaine. Cries
Laugh you up. Drink you down. And spit.
Make you choke on the bitter inhalation of yesterday’s whim.
Those big baby browns. Staring at you. Behind a varnish of conscience.
Unbuttoned and upside down. Merciful meaningless mess.
Giving hand to your thought out lapse.
Snorting. Sniffing. Gulping. Gluttony.
This shrieking adoration clawing you inward out.
An ingestion of man made illusion.
Yearning for that narcotic haze.
Itching for acidic inebriation. Begging for a sallow come down.
Raging. Loving and leaving on the loose.
Whimpering in a vomit filled haze.
Bloody glances shared over a cliché glass of wine.
A Marlboro red rimming your white trash mouth.
Soaked in Satan’s spit.
Jersey blend pants clinging to your knees.
A mannequin of discount designer wear.
Crusted blood. Barking under your guilt-ridden fingernails.
Political engagements of alley way conduct.
Glazed over eyes. Rocked with wrongdoing.
And a clip of a story that a professor loved - and my classmates didn't understand.