June 30, 2012,
Jesse Falk
Thoughts spiral out, twirler.
Girly, girl: Unlady, lady.
Damn this compass, really.
Show me not true North, but these negative steps.
On black, where I am white.
Primal, and balance my hues in a less offensive manner.
I am cautious.
I am not the fool.
But I could be.