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  

Pages