Pick up the phone, no one answers. I miss you already, and search for a dial tone. On a cold night, the heat rises too high. Quell the sadness by any means. Unnecessary to state the obvious. There is no headstone and no etched… Continue Reading “Poem: Death of N.R.Y.G.”
Looking in the tall mirror, your vision short. Lagging behind, not ready to move. Hold the bar tight like super glue. Twirl around more than once. Now stop, I’m getting dizzy. It’s amazing you have survived.