Poems from kendalljstacey
It happened on a Monday
And I'm fine.
I heard it hearsay
From the source.
"No thank you," he said.
"I really hoped you'd take it."
He said...
Fiendish felon fears the falling fickle sickle.
You can't hide boy, and why should you?
Future fertilizer,
future phosphate,
future fern...
I look good in blue.
They say, "blue suits you."
I say yes of course
because I'm blue
like the pew
where I died
and where I lived
and...
Insignificance comes to me in my dreams
The ghoulish ghost of uniformity nags and nags and nags and
tears at my mind, it's in rags in rags...
Blackness, blackness, blackness- would you imagine my mind is just as black
As my shoes and my clothes and my eyes and my hopelessly dark...