get off my back, please

My carapace is blotched to keep you away…
Though cumbersome, I need a place for my thoughts,

Do you remember when I didn’t call?
(And yes, good Lady Day still sings for me)
what I meant to say was: you were my all.

A hundred years war in a day, a brawl

The most recent submission from staff poet Starky Morillo

A seamless merging of art and poetry. The best artists are multi-talented…