Friday, March 29, 2013

A poem in 5ths

Scenes and Whispers

It's simple really
I'll write every poem
about myself

Don't sit on park benches alone
they'd rather rot by themselves

a pee only becomes a piss
when you're mad and gotta let it go
dick out a shaking pants down,
I can't take credit for that one

just promise not to rest on the metro

Revelations of today
look ridiculous in my notebooks
of yesterday, I pour milk
for the young in my sleep,
aged and warmed my bones for them

The sick leave the elevators unharmed
turn the swastikas into boxes
wrap my heart on their fingers
drag me into the next thought

Happy Endings

1 comment:

  1. Wow @ III and IV. Good shit, per usual. That bone section is bonkers.