Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment A czar, riding around in my car. My mink reaches so far. May 8, 2015May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading A czar, riding around in my car. My mink reaches so far.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, Poetry, United StatesLeave a comment You cannot tell me what to do, I bake the bread that I break with you. May 8, 2015May 10, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading You cannot tell me what to do, I bake the bread that I break with you.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, Poetry, United StatesLeave a comment The courtesans in my building, and pigs outside of my gate, I keep them out of my way, on my pay, neatly layered between my rage and hate. May 8, 2015May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading The courtesans in my building, and pigs outside of my gate, I keep them out of my way, on my pay, neatly layered between my rage and hate.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment But I’m leaning off of what I was sipping on from my chalice of mirth. It’s only when I laugh that it hurts. May 8, 2015May 10, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading But I’m leaning off of what I was sipping on from my chalice of mirth. It’s only when I laugh that it hurts.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment Brought over on a yacht as chains glistened from my neck. The spotlight hurts my eyes so I stayed below deck. May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading Brought over on a yacht as chains glistened from my neck. The spotlight hurts my eyes so I stayed below deck.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment I have led my people from the cradle of civilization through the valley of uninvestigated deaths. May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading I have led my people from the cradle of civilization through the valley of uninvestigated deaths.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment Bury me with my laurel, inside my sarcophagus. May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading Bury me with my laurel, inside my sarcophagus.
Bars, Jewel Brooks, PoetryLeave a comment You know that silly phrase, “Yo! You coming at my neck!” It’s not really funny when the person whom you’re in business with is shining his sword at the whistle of a threat. May 8, 2015 Jewel Brooks Continue reading You know that silly phrase, “Yo! You coming at my neck!” It’s not really funny when the person whom you’re in business with is shining his sword at the whistle of a threat.
