"outlanders" poems
inner circles
Warm nights, Cool covers, serene muscles
*outlanders
Cool nights, warm covers, throbbing muscles*
your life
clean windows, open doors, soft beds
*my life
broken windows, slamming doors, broken beds*
possibilities
you, me, apart
*impossibilities
us, we, together*
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
like an m and m
in a party game jar
explicitly
crammed in
the ping of the muffled voices of the outlanders
and the amplified
clang of the screams
as one chocolate morsel
shuffles against the next
BLUE!!
YELLOW
RED
BROWN!!!!!
BLUE
RED!
we all know there
ain’t anymore elbow room
to go around
and we all know
what’ll happen
once the faces outside
stop squinting
we have to
take a
sta--YELLOW!
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC