Most of the time I do not have any idea where a poem will end up when I first get inspiration to write one. I just have the ability to guide it to a satisfying conclusion no matter where it begins. I know that’s God. It’s not me. I just learned to tune into the divine flow.

A racist caricature of a racist in the South.
Played by country music star with dirty little mouth.
He said his name was Tim McGraw but he just made It up.
Which Side is blind?
A Brittney bind?
You lionized these fucks?