"rst" poems
Light shoulders, heavy wings:
Grief as elevation
Grief placed in the mouths of babes and bystanders
Grief visited in sterile places
Grief spoon fed for weeks
Grief taken to momentary extremes
Grief as a diving bell
A 10cm network for all you need/nothing can ever be too fresh
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
what is lft
of th towring giants
metal skletons tht have
grwn brittle
wth age
but we cnnot retire thm
tke them dwn nd let them
rst in peace
becus we are sure
tht as long as the rmaining piecs
stay stnding
ther is smthing tht can
nvr die
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
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3 E S T GJ W
F E F R A 1
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Q T T T T T P I
S A D S A D S***
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC