April 2011 - Oxford, UK
Yuck seep
Huh?, whack
Deep in dark.
Ouch.
Hell walking
Waking
Line line line line
Continuous
Always
Why. Where. When. How.
WHAT THE HELL.
Who??
Me You Us We
Really
???
On, off
Half-way.
Ouch.
Me You Us We
Ouch…
Outlet
Kind?
Relief
How so
Good Bad
Why. Where. When. How.
Burning
Whack
Deep in dark.
1 comment:
I have been waiting for you to write more for a very long time. I'm so glad you have. This resonated with me. Sometimes I feel as if reading your poetry is a mental tease to me insofar as us lacking the depth of relationship we've always thought we had the potential to have, because poetry is a glimpse of the soul and both your writing and your soul are quite lovely.
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