thank you for being here with me
This poem is for the people who love me, see me, support me, stick with me no matter what, and who are relentless in not allowing me to give…
we all hurt, we all lie, and nothing stays the same
Sometimes something drops into my life that fits so perfectly it takes my breath away – like a blow to the chest. This tune is one of those somethings….
hidden junk
I once told a then-lover not to send me pictures of his penis. Ever. “Why not?” he queried. “Because you never know where such pictures might end up,” I…
the real thing is risky business
Being authentic is not without hazards. It often leads me to places I hadn’t planned on being — places I’d rather not be once I get there. But having been…
everything’s gonna be alright…eventually
February and March 2020 weren’t such great months. Not for me. Not for most of the rest of the world. I wrote this poem towards the middle of March, after…
doing time
They say time heals all wounds. Let it be so. doing time ©2020 punkie doing time the rhythmic tick tock of the antique clock tortures & tears…
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun
the devil’s in the house of the rising sun © 2020 pookie the devil’s in the house of the rising sun i awake at sunrise with a universe-sized canyon…
gone
gone © 2019 punkie gone i met a man at the zoo he said he wanted to be my crew my fate was sealed right from the…