Poems from JazVergara
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...