A Little Bit Naked

A collection of Prose and Poetry

Communist Love

Forgotten nights of Russian fury Translates to memories of childhood fairytale Frightened children come out from hiding Tears dried to unwashed faces
Cherry

Breakfast

The trailer door always makes me cringe when it opens late at night It creaks with guilt, it screams with caution and slowly closes with a sigh

True North Strong and Free

poorly littered streets so clean, so dirty park across the street, new park benches… contrast the village of homeless angels asleep on the ground snowplows drive by,

Requiem For Innocence

Low has not seen the depths which I fall. Softly, quietly, I am dissolved. The wind no longer stirs my soul. The sun no longer dries my tears. I sold this all for my endless fears.

Overdue

Lovely pills are hard to swallow Scratching, holding on my tongue Brainwashed lover bleeding Hammerheads and all is black Needles catching up to follow Thirsty veins, they run like hell

So Small

So small in comparison Words that make giants shy Spoken to make heavens seem like stars Stars seen from millions of miles away Mouth of fire and heart of stone Brain of wire and soul unknown

Liar

I sit, Trying to stand Failing, Falling, Have I forgotten? Am I stuck with my head in this modern quicksand? So I build my empire.

Life Like Summer

Dew frosting each blade of grass Birds singing of every class Each flower open to our source of light Sun brings out our shadows nothing evil out of sight Life just like summer