the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
the idea is small. make it be a poem.
i'll publish them.
lynzepoet@gmail.com
or post one yourself,
in the comments.
4 comments:
a broken space
in an empty room
far from town
under him
small as dust
or -
the slinky anagram
the forgotten password
a soft bullet
don't sleep yet
your crescent tracks
crack
his head
I go to bed
wearing nothing
but
your cold weather
I see
into the window of my pillow -
you are sketching
my heart
in small circles
untitled
by peterlord
the bottomless sadness
of being an object;
I cannot escape the shape
of my own imprints
from chels -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q76itxTs-90
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