Unabridged...

A slice of a rainbow, draped across
My drenched, calm skies...



The stale palette smells of the first rain...





Morsels of a desire, forgotten in
What was left, off the morning coffee, and
The inexpensive, unhealthy roadside cuisine...





A scarred kite breathes democracy...





Shreds of painted words, splinters of a story
I spill them across the alloyed city life...



You are my poetry, unabridged.....