Jeremy Garcia – College of Arts & Sciences
Alex Kirby never bluffs.
The red line of Warsaw painted on every attempt made,
So his resemblance became unbearable.
To the moccasins that scored tough on his very rush face
Destiny played rough.
Witness this, as well, when pocket saw button they laid for 8 days
Until the sound of her spirit cried, “I’ll raise you, too.”
Knock off’s of husks with their little teeth that ante
Concerns for the common Mr. hush.
Like you stole the rash from the carpet burn.
Like you tell.
Like you took the dash from Dex.
For 9 days now I’ve complained-and-complained,
They drowned the toilet.
And never ever did I stay the jamboree from knocking.
Maybe Kirby may have made it up.
Removing the bowl of registry numbered cluck’s
And the petal whipped boys in daisy duke’s
Is more than enough.
Still, the Milagros played all night.
With every formidable opinion on the table,
The rosy flush gave to the pact:
The days of fire are ending. The days of facing are up.