19 September 2013

5 POEMS


easier whats said than climb
a tree out of here
scared of any fluttering monster
i am a dopenosed off trainwagon
quit or what i can hold in my lungs
a taste of good story for my mind
to think who am i?????
today i am full of ocean on my skin
surprise by the way hills of flatland
can hold past my emotions
what are these fires starting
i am an oil lamp i am shaking leg
is the wind running up my shaved
scalp a neck is a bridge fromfromfrom
hello,

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