#wearypoems
Anyways on the walk to your house.
Twice in the hall.
Lose it.
Felt like permanent.
Scold.
Grass keeps the air cool, like matte.
Perhaps crawl.
So enthralled.
Liking it, lose it all again.
Over.
A corpse chiming with ideas.
Chiming only to finest, hideous.
Hideous.
More hideous.
Garrett Johnson.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC