#kearney
First is a tree who's name wasn't taught
Next, then of course, a tree now forgot
And then many maples
A spruce and a birch,
Then the last leafless branch
on which these words perch:
Now Into blue sky
Through swirled clouds I search
On this dock as a bible
In this lake like a church;
My soul does the backstroke
Toward the blue dream, I lurch.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
Once starshine
Once iodide
For years healing
You're done healing
You hard stop
You immolate
Every word
To ember but
You made a line of fuel right to me
that I will follow
I swore I'd
Sing should you **** me
Unless you
took my tongue with you
I see you
thought sealing my mouth
with stitches
Would drown my cries
We see
See how well that worked
Now don't we?
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC