A RAPOETICS REPRINT: Rejection by Rebel Waste
Rejection Trying quiet the torrid pain of rejection is like throwing gasoline on fire The liquid Had you but perceived the tang of its essence Would not have exploded into a monstrous bon of…
Rejection Trying quiet the torrid pain of rejection is like throwing gasoline on fire The liquid Had you but perceived the tang of its essence Would not have exploded into a monstrous bon of…
Fantasy Girl I have arrived. I am what I have always wanted to be; the fantasy girl of a man with a cult of personality. So while everyone gathers around him without even realizing…
I was a Navajo A million years ago I herded sheep And got little sleep I knew the name of each member of the starry host I was a Navajo And walked Mother Earth…