My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.



Stamps of yellow
Smears of blue
Crayons and glue
I’ll stick to you

Birthdays in serpentine
Suits of silk worms
She’ll sick in mornings
And I’ll tear in nights

But we have it now
The fever and the chills
Bumps in the night
And mumps in the mouth

You’re still a goddess
Soon to be sleep deprived
From a smaller red head
But still a pain

I wish I was stronger
I wish I was richer
I wish I was smarter
But I’m still



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