Poems from cb1102
an open book of poetry lies half-read, half-abandoned because as a moth is drawn to a light, the amateur poet is drawn to thoughts of...
absinthe kiss love drunk
and it's green like we're both green
clean lovers watching from the windows
both lost and dizzy
but so very much...
Dear Allen
you opened my eyes
with your poetry, your life
you suffered within yourself
just like me, more than me
the world was turbulent...
seagullsshriek toone anotherthey are open and honestand truelike human screams in conversationthe coarse sand plugging their throatssea...
Seagulls screaming
sound like humans
and I wonder
if they feel
like I do
on the inside