Poems from ronald.hicks
This is america.It's a one of a kind.You can buy shit at the store.You can bide your time.Voting red or blue.Is a favorite pastime.Doesn't...
This shit is hotbundled up in my bowels.Oh how it boils,how it makes me howl.Bran muffins and coffee,they do not mix.Stuck here in traffic...
every line
a starting pointto take and run withto the edge of the sea.and we seeand we sleep.wake anew with the tasteof the wordsof the...
I hate poetry.I think it's a waste of time.Trying to think of ways to say things.And then to make them rhyme!Some poems are dark and artsy...
In love, in lustIn bed, in dustWe lie togetherBlind and deafMere sheepTill the day of death............Tell them I'm GovernmentThat I did...