the danger in poets
burning torches made of poetry here with our heads alight here with out tongue impassioned they say you have to understand offer no explanation expect
Category: Poetry
english meadows
we are dreaming of meadows where mist clings to the feet by the river the knee high grass the nettles, and the dockleaves cuckoos unravel
centred in love
half a life away from the fuck yous i’m in love more than i’ve ever been and seeing more than i’ve ever seen because my
the hatched, the watched
we are a poem truncated outdated somewhat hated but still read we are an earworm stuck in your head picking up the let drop thread
simply complexifying
something simple or something complex trying to solve the same problem by routes that bear fruits and lessons found in dead ends we are making
singing the same tune
are you jazz conversation with blue note soul? are you digging around to find your role? strutting down the street with a kink in your
where it’s at
intellectual pursuits picking sexual fruits in cahoots in matching suits on photo shoots something unrealistic something spun ballistic don’t be just a statistic we are
each move meant
hung in some grey anatomy our contrapunto angulature these compliments to build ninety degrees edging into three sixty we will come full circle traversing the