tuesday's poems

take a break

it can't be that important

anonymous




the lines
buzz with secrets
clouds break dance thru the sky
another morning fraught, begins
in print


lynze



Chopped gini, are you talkin2me’ type of gesture, an
Environment, in which the terse and skitter, of this
Air, tetchy, torchy; sometimes torpedo-configured;
More often, calm and in good humour. Once in a
While forced back into incoherence.


anonymous



how i test my faith
as i
rest in the strength of your arms

do you feel safe /

& again /
i let you run your fingers thru my hair



finchy



the best things happened
on the now-flooded floors
of the space colony

hector the crow
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