Poems and Poetry

Constant Weather Speak | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Will bore you to death with my flavors and toppings
Stripped down Edge nursing a broken wing
Dissecting sections of the vixen former persona
Constant weather speak till you scream

That’s what it’s gonna look like
Not Lol
Anger martini on the rocks with a twist
Waiting in the isolation tank for release