we were songs
Langston Hughes daydreams
word blues
forgiveness

sometimes
a fuck
is more like a fairytale
sometimes jazz
finds me

reaching for a knife

my hollow grace
is simply
you
licking your lips

we were songs
painkillers and poets
you would shave
your legs
while i discussed salvation

my hollow grace
is simply
you
swaying your hips

we were
heaven, hell and afternoon
you should wish me the best
with a train schedule
and a kiss

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After performing for years, as both a musician and poet, in and around the Boston area, Derek Richards has recently decided to begin submitting his work for publication. So far he has been accepted for publication in Ghoti Magazine, Lung, and MediaVirus. His poetry aims to be direct and honest, brilliant and lucrative. After firing his publicist and agent, Derek has even taken the time to write this short bio. He is currently residing in Gloucester, Mass., happily engaged and cleaning windows for a living.