mike - Hello Poetry

mike Oct 2015

when the sun comes out of
her sheathe
shes an ICY *****.

but she wears it so good.

mike Oct 2015

to the wind
you are a beggar

to the ground
you are a cramp

to my ear
you are a nervous whale.

the sirens been impaled.

i watch your life set sail

i watch it fail.

mike Oct 2015

the bus drivers

they are

the ones who
opperate the buses.

it is a heavy civic duty.

mike Oct 2015

giant fish

treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.

mike Oct 2015

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a cluster of dead moss
lies in the middle of the road
i dont know its name

mike Oct 2015

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there is a very lonely pattern
repeating itself for company.

mike Oct 2015

leave the lights off

she spreads her legs open
and i climb inside
and die.