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…
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find renewal in the wreckage
Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out. You feel lost, betrayed and battered. Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what once…