Poems from gpoehm
What is there to do when victories turn to ash
before the confetti is swept up?
I can't recall the last time I was swept up
by a...
How often am I to swallow this wasps' nest?
My throat has been swollen since the first time
I misunderstood where honey came from....
Look at all this luggage
cluttering around.
Day packs cling like masks forgotten.
They underscore my fear of
waking up.
Those bags in...
This must be what all these
poets keep writing about.
Sun rays replace moon beams,
hours slip into memories,
and the "do not disturb" sign...
Snap-crackle-and-pop
go the synapses in my brain.
Snap-crackle-pop
Snap-crackle... pop?
Uhmm... Jaysus,
sorry. I forgot...