Poems from MichaelScottJenkins

A Cigarette Taught Me Something
I saw a cat dance off the end of my cigarette. And like it, I exist without regret. The top shines like a volcano. Glowing like lava,...
Sometimes it gets late, and I think about Alan
You fought a war for almost 23 yearsWith battles that took place in hospitals,But in the end, We all lost. I carry your name, your...
Gifted
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?-- That I can pass a standardized test with a little...