glass can: Favorites

Oct 2014 glass can

Harley Hucof

By the end of this trace
I'll forget your name
That's what i say each time
I get down to take the line

Words Of Harfouchism

Dec 2013 glass can

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Dec 2013 glass can

PK Wakefield

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"I'm sorry. I love you."

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Dec 2013 glass can

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Dec 2013 glass can

PK Wakefield

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the new your are is
(strangely

familiar)i

like i(****

knitting. the bones and how
they fit
snugly
against my bones laying

into the morning
their smallness
and the tiny groan

of their bodybetweenmyarms(isqueezeeventighter)

Dec 2013 glass can

Forever Night

Dec 2013 glass can

Edward Coles

Forever Night

I wish to write a poem,
but my heart is just too tired today.

Dec 2013 glass can

backwards&bent

Dec 2013 glass can

Marie-Niege

backwards&bent

i've been so bent & backwards lately, i've come to learn the world through tighter frames so as to not s li p out every chance i * g e t.

Dec 2013 glass can

a lover(s) quarrel

Dec 2013 glass can

Marie-Niege

a lover(s) quarrel

lovers like me to slide real simple across their chest so as to not crush their hearts against my breath. I've never learned any other way to love besides so c r u e l l y

Dec 2013 glass can

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Dec 2013 glass can

PK Wakefield

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                                                     O
                                                      yOur
                                                        mOuth
                                                          issO
                                                               hOt

               (inside it feels)

                                                sometimestight

                                                          and
                                                                                   O
                                                                                it dOes

                             when

                                                  Springtime

                                                               draws 'er

                                                                           pretty 'ittle

                                                                                                     nOOSe

                                                                                                              acrOss


                                                        yer neck
                                                               (jerks)

                                                                                                             and parts
                                                                                                             (wetly)
                                                                                                              light

                                                                                                              and
                                                                                                              (life)
                                                                                                                                           intO darkness

                                                                                                                                                    strays.

Nov 2013 glass can

i desire to patch you up.

Nov 2013 glass can

wolfpoems

i desire to patch you up.

every cut you’ve ever carved
into your perfect coat of skin
will leave nothing more than scars
just forgiven sins.