"ventilates" poems
Amnesia like leaky faucets swollen drain ventilates vapid powdered portrait
At least smiled.
Blood slightly warmed manicure and smiled in forgotten garden
Such lovely font. All wanted
Mini clouds surrounding shrines backlit green in ritual.
Smiles speak but of the wet smell of pollen and the sweat collecting in his hand behind the small of her uncrushed spine.
Curing chlamydia the straight—A fairytale. Conned alive, clumsily and bitter.
Nurtured cotton uprooted attempt. Scrubbed stains to shreds
Not even the green light merely aftermath so of course when shaking egg shells sheltering in “cold hands warm heart” chests receive the song I sing but never knew
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
smoke ventilates like sweat from stress
hand on head, ritual for want of death. You step out for open air and find yourself at a cliff edge, where the stars of the little man
blink back at you
reminded of the people who bled the floor you suction too, and gasp, the notion brought by the sight ahead, to fall is to fly and to change you must divide
a life is threaded, indispensable
to mankind
?
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC