Poetry – Page 5 – cereal after sex

Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river… Read more.

On a night at 11:37

The plastic streets Are full of fear and neon The ghosts of history erased Clamber the halls of these Our… Read more.

Sunlight splashes through the windows The bottles of pink grapefruit and mandarin bergamot soda Throw shadows across the white tablecloth… Read more.

The stars smell like Play-Doh tonight. It must be the encroaching rain or swarm of plastic angels bearing false prophets.… Read more.

At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes… Read more.

The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank… Read more.

In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.

I found her she came out of nowhere some angel called beautiful holds me under the sun calms me through… Read more.

And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the… Read more.

There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into… Read more.

I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the… Read more.

The ancestral drift of dinner plates 5:15 am egg glow a smile in a mirror old antique wall ghost teeth… Read more.