To the few poets i know

How else can I say that you are a star, my star. a baby girl always, Aunty B

Abdul, there are too many crossroads, too many clouded paths and maps aren’t clear enough. You can discern, if you will.

Hypermind, open minded, not unconstrained, free. Soar.

You’re the perfect mirror, Leon. the perfect ‘graine’, and friend. Cut me soap!

It is how the distance and silence don’t fade off your voice that i wonder about. Stay diabolic, Ola.

Rudolph, you’re the one true definition of an actual friend. You cannot find answers to everything. Sometimes let go and grab on later.

Tochi, you’re in and out of yourself. Don’t get confused, don’t lose your mind.

You’re beautiful, like blue butterflies with gold stripes. Dear Vera, accept the part.

My Younglan, you’re light, you’re straight and sometimes, you don’t know what you are. You won’t find it in others, you won’t find it in doubt.

LARDO