Poetry Finalist: “If I Die Young”
She’s actually dangerous, as crazy as they get/ I’d never love again if she is my predestined/ I guess we all could use that lesson
She’s actually dangerous, as crazy as they get/ I’d never love again if she is my predestined/ I guess we all could use that lesson
Please tell me again why color dictates standards/ Didn’t y’all spend decades trying to reverse actions?
Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask…
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.