I stir: continuously stir a pot; Comprised of love, vegetables, 808, ingenuity, and all the sparks of art Let poetry flow Let the swallows that so joyously sing, sing their wonderful hearts out, Justified by dedication, tolerance, self-discipline, and...

spewing anguish, I justify myself through lividity, beckoning honorary lacerations that held me like soil to roots. Cramped inside due to my “infatuation” with blurred white lines Heart ache, chest pain, nose drips, and powdery stains My crypt lies fur...