Poems from Patrick Williamson
If you do a ton thunder will break out
Under your wheels, squeal
Baby squeal, I step on you, I brake
Watch the smithereens
Spread diamond...
He slunk behind the blows, harsh
rasping thoughts swirl,
The phone buzzed. He thought,
rifled his sodden jacket, scrambling.
Which ringtone...
Steady now, clench the bar, the chatter of fire
before my eyes scorching
shells bursting over dried sticks
each blue light cracks another...