Coffee by Eli Oko

He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old ‘skool’ word we should never spell with a ‘k’ Because it shows our age   He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close…

Poetic by Eli Oko

I’ll be honest There’s nothing poetic About the way stress manipulates every thought and feeling Causing actions to become “Out of character” For someone who was just trying to find their identity I don’t see the art in the scars they leave on their bodies I see pain and anguish They, are no calls for…