Socra Mama

  It wouldn’t do me any good   To carry money around. I’d only give it to the bums that stay On 22nd and Grand by Trosper Park. I see the wi...

  Something broke me down. The world crashed in Through the broken lens Of my Kaleidoscope. Tears damned up for years fell through In sorrow...

  How these aloe infused socks Came to be made in China went as this: The socks were made and then infused as such, In that their mothers’ f...

  They’ve put me in a dungeon And demanded that I spin gold out of straw. Someone told them that I could. But I don’t know how. I love windo...

  He likes being held   Like a hostage And on snowy Christmas Day. He likes the notion Deep in his mind, that Maybe he can’t get away This t...

  A songbird calls happily out to me, “I see you! I see you! I see you!” The bird did something I couldn’t do. It found me in my natural sta...

  I love it when people tell me About writing poems. My    eyes roll up in the back  Of the sky. I hold Van Gogh’s lost ear To mine, And I h...