Friday, March 29, 2013

A poem in 5ths

Scenes and Whispers

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

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

III
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

IV
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

V
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.

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