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...