Poems

Ooh-la! Moo-la! Hooray!

Drugs! Money! Women!

Cada Vez

Letras que necesitan un cantante; Palabras que quieren una canción.

The Downloaded Dream Deferred

But I can’t America; I can’t make you

Diode Hung

I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.

Frost's Shooting Range

Rode around Frost's farm.

The Firs

I’m not ready for everything to die this year.

Beats, Slams, and Yes, I Am(s)

We call it poetry for the ear, But that’s

Good Neighbor, Frost

If the sky and the horizon bent properly, I could

Saudade

Being too empty, being too full of love, for something

Giant

I am the mountain and the moon.