Poems from Jawkson
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
As a kid I sunk
to the bottom of
a pool, thinking that
everyone above water
deserved love and
everyone below didn’t.
Nowadays, the...
So much small print
Don’t know when, but
The story was bent
It was bent forward, bent backward,
Bent every which way
I hardly knew where...
Before the head rush passes
After the midnight flashes
When I forget about all the girls
and their perfume gasses
Can’t forget your lines...