Saturday, May 29, 2010

jes culls a poem

jes culls

wading thru
cocksure traversing
less the rhythm

makes it somehow
stealing long the walls

with one eyes
on and
mirth and how
thru u
my honey one
and only

jes culls

yo call did not
go thru yet
you are still wading

the muck that hull
on yr soul does
a doosey on
the shoes i trample
on making me the way
to you

thru who?
jes culls i said so