Poems from Badria
Lonesome rose,
She’s lounging in
A coke bottle,
In a withering way.
I see her draw
Up her limbs as if
To yawn, but
Hold them there
...
This very moment is passing.
I can feel the train car reeling,
my thoughts are dipping into
aged funds trying to maintain
a sense of...
Dissipate my yellowed face,
Flood the scathing valleys underneath,
Take away this scab.
Can you scrub promise into this skin?
With my eyes...