Poems from Uncle Tonio
The Where is he (?)
Where is he, the man I call dad (?)
Did he choose to leave his young son sad (?)
Where is he, I would like to know (?)...
Antonio is his name
My mother was a virgin and yet she still had me on New Year’s Day.
I was born in a barn in a bushel of hay.
An angel...
U R DA 1
I write these words to the sounds of a late summer rain.
Trying to express the thoughts that are weighing heavy on my brain.
This...
They ran up in his place. And shot him in his face. Snatched his wife out the bed. And told her to open up the safe. Kids burst into the...
What's up My Homie I just got your letter. I was a little down and out on my luck but I'm doing better. I be talkin life and smoking with...