Poems from Calico
My words are fire in a rayless room
Fingers fly
Fear grinds to a halt.
Words flow like methane,
Perceptions coil, englut the mind
Catch fire easily as my woes.
Frigid marrow sighs relief
Words elevate my feet
Carry them through waiting windows
No longer left to fare in the night
-Calico
Soft kisses under darkness’ veil
Velvet petal bouquets
A dark, ashen color
A quandry
Of the vast universe
Is there love
Beyond that which...
04/19/2016
Entrenched in Existentialism 1:36PM
Trying
Couldn’t say it’s a thorough effort
Still, this passive nature persists
This...