Poems from jettislane

another wave of nostalgia that i’m drowning under, which makes me wonder if i ever grew up outside of height, because i might be stuck in...
circle of two hands  and one hastier than the rest;  in whatever shape or form  it always conforms  back to midnight from noon  and it’s...
kicking dust as i move ahead, instead of getting down and dirty. i could, but i’m more of an insider as you can see these sounds; the...
a door opens, but not by me.  responsibility  to respond and receive  a fix, yet the problems  still exist. mixed  company to coupling  to...
buried in metaphors, the allegory of a door representing the figurative pathway to the highways and byways of my brain- the complexity. as...

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