Poems from Jawkson

The age of lost promise and incessant stifling  Proxy conflicts causing great frightening  Young men certainly don’t want to go to war But...
The age of lost promise and incessant stifling  Proxy conflicts causing great frightening  Young people certainly don’t want to go to war...
my lungs cost forty bucks piano keys in my hair  they play as I scratch my head gather around the open-casket bridal shower   golden galaxy...
tip-toeing to get a bite been hungry all night I think, “this can’t be right…” I fall down the stairs; couldn’t take flight   I land hard...
hard-knock yearnin’ hoping for a new sky   I didn’t know  the bugs flying around had such a bite   hard-knock yearnin’ praying for a new...

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