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Jun 2013
Sensual
Rings
          Still alive
                           Wet with hot water
     I.                                                               Cried
                   Like  
A dream
                             I
                                      Can't
Can't remember.
                                                      W­hy
                                       But.                     I
Know
Was
There.
Only forgotten when       I        Live      L O N G
&
Wide.                                                         Open
                    Containing  nothing
A  
    Pillowcase
 ­                       Full
Of yawns
Or me becoming a recording of myself
                                   The   Tugboat
      A.           D.          T.              E.         O.    E.    N
              N.                          H.       ­              C.    A

Of drugs
And wrinkled clothes

That never killed me so much
               As
                       Expectation
Christopher Robin Knorr
Written by
Christopher Robin Knorr  Raleigh NC
(Raleigh NC)   
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