Poems from Neftee
As I sat in my chair one evening fair, with my family sitting there without a care.
I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare...
Each poem I write isn't good enough...
So I wright this.
words press against the inside of my skull,
Something set them off.
I spray these...
I wrote a poem to choke my sorrow.
Like a blot of gauze to staunch the blood flow.
Drops of blood drop and drip between my toes,
from wound...
I've been looking for a place to plant my life.
Maybe at a shop, or ship or bar?
But not on a farm.
For weeds at farms are pulled sight....
I love you like I love air.
Sometimes I don't think about it.
But I find you there
at moments I need you most.
When im gasping clasping at...