Poems from Jawkson
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...
I’m on the wrong side
of the beetle road
because I see a taxi waiting
in a pool of blood
Guitar strings pluckin’
and I’m still hunting...
it was a monochrome world
but her voice was in-color