Poverty of the NightA Poem by alex ramirez
Fond memories
Of sitting around Getting high, laughing Hysterically And the night Was pure So we rushed Headlong into it Only to Find supernatural Horrors - A.Ramirez © 2013 alex ramirez |
StatsAuthoralex ramirezoxnard, CAAboutI'm a published writer. I love punk rock, anything and everything odd and absurd, old cars, literature, poetry, weed, sex. You can find my novel, CALIFORNIA PUNK, on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B.. more.. |