"marblemount" poems
I have crushed bugs.
Not for science.
No need for class or placement.
What makes better?
What is broken?
Right and wrong,
left and leaving.
existence.
In the palm of your hand.
Waiting
and waiting.
To cross territory uncharted.
Clawing at the what if!
Clawing and waiting
To be squished.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC