Poems from NSHagans
You don't know that your fist feels like butterfly kisses,
And your words, as sickly sweet as gas station seafood dishes
Don't faze me.
...
The pain of the world strapped to their ankles
a poet is weighed down.
Weighed down
like cotton bales strapped to hunched backs;
stone...
Warbling voices
Sorrowful words of reproach
Lulling us through pain.
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying,
your defiant grin is reflected
in every Jack-O-Lantern,
stitched, into every Scare-Crow.
You...
You watch the number on the digital clock
gyrate a teasing dance that burns your eyes
and you can feel every second that ticks by
in the...