Poems from Wordsonwheels
The gentleman asks me about the dreams
They’re not dreams, I tell him,
They’re nightmares,
Terrors
A spiraling black vortex
Howling
Racing...
Her slim and sassy,
Narrow lips,
Rosy, rugged,
Red-pink bliss
Her hair a natural,
Neutral blend
Dark roots contrast
Amber ends
The way...
“Where you at?” sails through the air
Approaching 4G speed
A varied vibe and patterned pulse
Illuminates the screen
The familiar buzz...
It’s a curious machine
This human body
How does it move?
How does it balance?
With arms that lift
And legs that run
It’s a distorted view...
You’re not like other dads at all
We can’t play tag
We can’t play ball
How was it that you got this way?
I was a...