I don’t have that simple ability The tear-jerked hurt stability. I keep it all in Until it bleeds out, Both metaphorically and real. It’s not
Category: poems
First date, the nerves, the frisson. Small talk begins. “Do you like Vans?” “Yes, a VW is my dream!” *silence* “Do you ever board?” “Oh,
Non-maskers screaming ‘oppression!’ As bad as flowers in the gun and peace signs Whilst bodies are being tossed into Vietnam death holes. Seven people in
“Shards, shards, the androgyny fails Odalisque by Ingres, extra bones for sale.”
Non-maskers screaming “Oppression!” As bad as flowers in the guns and peace signs Whilst bodies got thrown in Vietnam death holes. Seven rebels in a
Three young boys,Talking about the future.One is going to be a lawyer,One a firefighter,One a writer.They smile at each others dreams,Together as one,Toasting marshmallows on
The bugs, they run, Sucking the blood of the sleeping, Hollow bodies on a wooden bed of splintered woes. So it goes, The illness takes
The only money in the city is hoarded by churches. They praise their ‘God’, Whose pandemic is killing the people. Over the catafalque, families cry
So I though if I left you alone for a whileYou might realise what I meant.You’d come back harder,Pleading for what we had,Finally finding those
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