Poems from Alexandrathegreat1
They say he is a product
Of his environment.
Stastics show he will
Reoffend,
He will be regurgitated
By the prison digestive system,
Come...
We, the people, are bound to the star spangled banner
by invisible chains,
The red or the white under thumb of the blue,
Pardons allotted...
Does it sleep in gutters slathered with banana peels, and newspaper, omitting the past?
Does it marinate and wait like steak soiled with...
Sprawled over human stained sheets,
we bled our conviction into the bed coils,
And when we lifted the blanket
the scent rose like uncorking...
The mirror speaks her financial advisor
invest in the stocks and bonds
of the soft skin on her arms
softer than the sands slipping through...