Tempestuous
I’ve been burned
by your deceit
I’ve danced to your
Lies on repeat
Ghostwriting love
Stereotyping hate
What does it mean
When a treat
has a trick
Up his sleeve
Insatiably naive
On falling stars praying
My xeric tears glistens pottery
My soul churns poetry
What’s a tennis racket
When my memory
serves correctly
Net my unsettled mess
Sweat drying on green
A crowd of hangers on watching
A preponderance of has-beens
com/men/ta/ting
Tangle me into knots
Dump me on the spot
My muscles are aching
My ghost is typing
My stereo is writing
My soul churns poetry
When my memory
Serves correctly
YOU ARE READING
THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
