Grand Theft Poetry

Trying to find peace and mind

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek

Of total silence to show myself

Trying to hear what those three girls are plotting

But like a nightmare I wake to

The world beside may murmur

By drinking a glass of milk a certain way

In all that is natural and holy

Having forgotten the law of gravity

The same night whitening the same trees

On this green bank, by the soft sand

The nightmare song

Im as a cold as a toad

The crips, the bloods, the kings

But you got to try hard

Caught up inside his fist

Took one step forward

Your poem will fly away

And that has made all the difference.