shadow boxed
i am fat on the held back fuck yous a spider made of shadows of sentiments they flower in my writing i’ve been less than
Category: Poetry
ashamed but hateful
hate is kind of ashamed to make itself known in polite company so it tries to be funny makes a joke and drops a second
it settles the guts
late night kimchi noodles it’s tasty it settles the guts how many cats sleeping in inappropriate places? a girl laying her head down a late
headcrumbs
breadcrumbs that lead to a poem intellectual snippets i am punning my way to a title fuelling myself on film feeding myself on music last
a different turn
and if the world took a different turn and all the things we stopped to learn were set aflame and left to burn we would
the read line
the mornings that we watch the mornings that we don’t dancing temporal hopskotch the things we won’t the things we might transition of day into
a life that dances
i like romance i need clarence everyone needs help getting their wings and other kinds of things not sure if i need a life that
late night plates
late night plates the waitress waits the conversations the coffee cups the half-baked realisations he sips, she sups greek and vegetarian a teenager, a septuagenarian