Highness on a stoop
in the city worth fighting for
Brick, I miss you and
Anyone there
They who understand insanity
The urge to eat a dream
chase relentless worry
on trains
We do it best.
Philly,
I’ll be queen
of whatever apartment I get.
I’ll live inside of you
as smoke does,
Thanks.

One of my poems, Ah, the City, just won the WragsInk Philly poetry contest :) See page 6 of my blog if you want to check it out!!!!

The clouds, do what they do
hang like velvet curtains over the city
My thoughts, they hang in the sky too,
but weigh heavy.
Philadelphia is a clam shell
all the innards and dirt
the musky smell inside
it all reminds me of you
Or maybe me?
Myself in a different time and place
Yourself in a space of another person’s company,
female or male, it doesn’t matter.
What I say is real,
but you pretend not to hear
over the traffic beeps and bus engines, trains spewing loud sound in your favor,
inside a clam shell that’s flavored with stoned brick and masses.