The reaper.
The reaper… I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
The reaper… I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number twelve.) The song of life, the song of death.. I have sang the song of life and I have sang the song of death. The songs… Continue reading