249 5 3
|
Blank space / governs the minds of small children
|
9655
|
maybe it’s a good thing your muse has taken temporary leave
because at least she’s not pecking away at you
like an itch you can’t scratch
|
15244
|
Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
|
5100
|
Losing interest. We're all just the same, children underneath, strawberries. The crouching sun. Don't be precious. I want to talk with you about everything that means nothing. I don't want to join your subscriptions, army. Sorry. I'd…
|
