"dsh" poems
dim ****** neon
motorised shoulders
a phone on hold to no where
gritty dub
then through flashing smoke
a shape shifter
a beaming gurder of a melody line
a voice
it electric and it hectic
zing zaggy zaggy ding
dsh dsh dsh dsh
everybody’s hot steppin'
plugged into electric
dsh dsh dsh wha
steppin'
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
why do I emote
by my pretty little cuts
give me mindful tears
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC