Poems from maximus3712

Where she's from is the dry deserts of Texas, where greenery are for them fancy, nice folk down the ways, where you were plopped in the mud...
I am from shadows of memories   that stick like flies in webs.  I’m from two strong parents,  Both strong in different ways.  Mom with her...
When I here Swiss Army Knife, the word strikes a cord with me bringing to mind a device for wilderness survival, a catch 22, a real man's...