The shy poet
carries a mouthful of words...

I'm leaving 29
with a few scars...

Your eyes
squint lustful glares...

You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...

Pink bubblegum stain, filled with longing
Inside the boundaries of our skin...

I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water...

I'm just a country girl
searching for some truth...

Make-up
disguises spots...

I am no angel
for I have broken many hearts...

All the cynics light up their cigarettes
and blow smoke at my half eaten heart...

Mother nature, a very kind friend of mine.
She once came to me and said...

God showers mankind
drenching our tart budded tongues...