Poems from Kevin Wickersham
Sitting on another cold flooras my ankles turn to dust.Frantic chaotic frightened calm:the only friend that I can trust. The birds outside...
Little does it matterwhat stars will fall or how far we have to go.An orbit. I look to space stationsand bemoan my own station.Shake my...
An old confusion found in bits on the carpet.
An old friend who I hate.
And old promises I made.
Full circles from bar room floors.
Friends...