Poems from Jawkson
how
to
become
an
insatiably
revolutionary
artist:
step
one:
die
worlds
end
but
it’s
the
unrequited
love
that
gets
me
Both thoughts direst and
fullest hopes fill my time
Where my mind will go next,
I’m not sure
However long I voyage,
whatever depth I...
A siren screeching
Red and blue light reaching
This told me enough
The sugar had finally became the stuff
I stumbled on her body,
I...
Lying in bed,
licking the roof of my
mouth
It’s a dull taste,
not lifeless, not foul,
not sick
Just dull
The quiet night
I’ve been...