Poems from JazVergara

I work for a living, and poetry is something that gets me through the long day.
An artist is a humble cause  to throw one's body into oblivion willingly   Hold forth your cautions artist you chose to suffer   Curled...
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;  A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.  If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled...
I could say,   "Mama, Mama, Mama, come help me"   but you are so busy living out a Colorado fantasy On the Rocky Mountain cliffsides you...
      Do you breathe in whistles, sir? Because every time I walk by that is all I hear. Every time I take a step it is just too clear that...
It's a careful process romantic even, when you pull off the wrapper of a Crispy Chicken Asiago Ranch Sandwich from the Wendy's Dollar Menu...