Thoughts before I lose them
By Tuesday morning
Warm blankets are gone
Along with the visitors list
And its names
On a hospital floor
Only the clouds
Seek me out
With tin cans and string
Waiting to loosen their stars
As I fall asleep
Prove curbside prophets wrong
Only demons come when you call
1st to comment. lol
nice. you should post some more of your old ones as well.
you were right...i don't understand it.
They say like 90% of poets and spoken word artists are gay or bi. I hope you're the few the proud.
your statistic and your fatigue wearing self upset me.
1st to comment. lol
ReplyDeletenice. you should post some more of your old ones as well.
ReplyDeleteyou were right...i don't understand it.
ReplyDeleteThey say like 90% of poets and spoken word artists are gay or bi. I hope you're the few the proud.
ReplyDeleteyour statistic and your fatigue wearing self upset me.
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