J Todd

The poet with the euphonious voice

Reading his works into his microphone

Trying to mute out all of the noise

Standing tall now and all alone

 

Owning poetic dreams from his teens

Working daily to elevate spoken word art

Not understanding what this life means

But writing his life out from his heart

 

A constant death and then rebirth

Reinventing and refining the poet extraordinaire

Doing his best for what it’s worth

A Fedora and a grin is a constant ware

 

Drinking his brew writing his words

Making the best of all he was given

Poems of rollercoasters, zombies and birds

And of the writer’s life he is livin’

 

09/22/2017

 

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[Alfred Kukitz]

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