you’re missing out on some good shit,
barefoot blend with a plastic bowler hat
tin top, twisted until a cheap ring falls back
from the cap, the groove and grind
the female, male end parts start
madness has come with a glance
it’s never going back
tunde wey
i write (poems, essays, fiction) and i enjoy sharing them. truthfully writing is a little harrowing, the sharing part much less so. how cute am i?
tunde wey 