Novel Pimp

Your empire is falling.  You presume to know what people want Bookstores shelved with novels anointed to be page-turners Mainly catering to a select group of readers Whose hue doesn’t tan darker than unbleached flour With just one glance You think you can pick greatness Predict a hit Having no clue what lies between pages…

Selection

Beauty fades Money is fleeting A chiseled body wilts A good heart endures The soul is eternal Wisely choose what you fall in love with.

Whisper of the Mind

Her pocket is filled with money that jingles And none that folds I.O.Us stack high in her savings account Her wallet is padded with due dates Bleeding red with urgency She closes her eyes And need yells her name Her mind searches for the power button To shut down the bane of her existence She…