Poems from C00k13OOK
I will exhale
just to impale
myself with thought
You’ll have to rescale,
for this image will fail
to emphasize
the plot
Decay sits at
the bank of beauty
disturbed little
by boisterous bees
or befuddled birds.
May pacing paws
trample your crunching
leaves
and...
I hate the air
But no one will care
My lungs are trying
While my mind is dying
To scream
To extinguish the flames
And seize the ruffled...
You must hate
the way
I think about you.
constantly.
Or at least I imagine
and yet you fill my head
potently.
I miss your delicate fingers...
Individual clouds stole the sky
Pounding their staffs Upon the roof of the coach Rattling towards June But all they reached was the moon ...