Showing posts with label poem6. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem6. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

hows yr girly
a towing company arrives
what decade are we talking?
i'm horribly immature about that stuff
walked out, snowy
retrieved a nice photo of us
check the glove compartment, trunk
always liked letter writing in the fairer months
if you flee too much then you just itch
i'll just leave one with you
a duplicate title on your behalf

Monday, January 8, 2024

THIS I KNOW FOR SURE

red grows dense
longer it sits still

this I know for sure


beautiful weed wash

used to being kept 


this I know for sure 


I know for sure 

the glistening fear satchels,


that squeeze the deep

front line


and the stoned third eye

swimming in its own  

blind sauce


that I know

for sure