Poems from alto_Watson
In a choir of voices, a
Soloist
Is a tricky business.
We breathe as one,
More intimate than lovers, and
At the same time,
Not,--it's...
Dear Rowan,
You probably don’t remember me,
the one who used to follow you like a shadow,
closer than a shadow, even.
I followed in your...
Why is it that
songs only come to me
when sleep refuses to?
Why is it that my
free moments, rare all, are
filled with nothing but
air...
Flavorless bubblegum,
action-reaction pairs,
constant velocity Tuesday.
Not-reading-history,
get out for blood-draw, please,
driving to...
Well...it's about midnight now,
And I've spent the whole night missing you.
My homework sits on my desk, forgotten,
Because what are...