paperperson
Chicago and soap operas and chocolate cake and poetry. / / I have taken all completed projects off of this site with the hope of getting more of them published elsewhere. I still post drafts, and the beginnings of things. Regardless-- / / All poems are the intellectual property of yours truly. All rights belong to me.
- two statements,
whose correlations become useless as I sit in my fox den of rainbow fabric and cat shirts and fuzzy blankets and exotic plants
my lava lamp blobs around like my stomach and I crave your mouth more than peanut butter
If concrete you may be, I'd decorate your stone visage with prismatic sidewalk chalk art and many cracks, fauna between
muted may you be, i hum you in my head like a favourite tune I can't deny echoing through my empty skull
I'll keep you, I think. Always in the corner of my brain (same corner i hold the memory of lights on the river, the taste of turkish delight, and my first moment of blinding love.)
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC