Slim Gravy
DISEASE OF MORE
DISEASE OF MORE Disease of MoreIs not just lore—Cunning, baffling, conniving (more…)
Cowered by the Lying Tongue
Cowered by the lying tongueNabobs run amokSpewing incendiary phlegmCouched in the speciousThinking I am alone. Alone not weGentler combatantsTruckled by evil intentFearing our hearts become the sameKick against the goads...
Being Southern
Being Southern The first one saidWent to my headI’m inherently lazy (more…)
Consumed by Him the Addict
Consumed by Him the Addict A time to thinkA time to drinkBetter to seek the priorCombustion saidGoes to the headOf the seeking outlier (more…)
The Elephant’s Graveyard – A Poem Written in 3 Stages
THE ELEPHANT’S GRAVEYARD: TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN, TOO FAR FROM THE SON, RESTORED BY THE SON a poem written in three stages by Slim Gravy I kinda disappeared for...