Poems from Garrett Thomas
A Cynical Observation of the Western Idea of Love and its Meaning:
"I Love You" is cast about every day
With nary a thought from the lips...
Outside it is cold
Inside, it is little warmer
And I see a mold
Of myself in the corner
Window
I look at my face
I cannot see my eyes
In...
Worthless, you say?
Well, Almost, but not quite
It takes some grammar
To make that right
You see, "worthless"
Spelling withal,
Is declaring...
The winter rain at a driving pelt
Did batter the city park
And on a bench sat a city beggar
Far past the hour of dark
He sat and with a...
A Hapless Permanence
A place I once knew
Green
it was, and lush
Yet the sun never shone upon it
But it was a faire place
A place hidden...