Dingey Poems - Poems about Dingey

...Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street. Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth.. man oh man am I late... Two and half blocks south down Jerome to t......Read the rest...

...Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul was a memory I supressed, and a song, a scent reignited the place and time long forgot. And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home I remember moving......Read the rest...