She asks questions Too many For my zone Of comfort Personal in nature A stalkers arsenal As if to glimpse Inside my world Ridiculous assumptions Personal judgments Strange fascination Prying curiosity Gathering information Painting a picture By what she sees Thinks she knows What is the purpose This strange fascination Just take my order GiveContinue reading “Stalker-Ella”

Poem-a-day No.4

Backwoods Bucks Six hundred twenty nine miles A little town called Caryville Where goats are chained In the yard with the dogs The circle of sustenance Shot up from the treetops Nestled in the foothills Shiny brand new Out the door Quint venti white mocha Bottle of syrup $6.99 Never have I traveled So farContinue reading “Poem-a-day No.4”