“Hiccups” poems i found from my old xanga. |012902 | flaccid moon, passing fancy i a breeze, you a mem`ry stay still low, on the ground we are as real as a thot sans sound |120201 | Stop turning me off as if i was a memory. Don`t play me like a favorite song. Don`t think for a second you`ve caught me. I run like a mad woman strong. | 120701 | drop of ink a few motions drop of thot can cause havoc like the oceans