Poems from klaytonadawson@gmail.com

the poet cannot help         but spill tantrums of fragment                   moments             on the arms of empty...
her body swallows my body, a willow wanes its branches under the crest of the moon, the bloated earth sings with air swinging her body...
Watching wheels slipdown the cracked intersection, lull thoughts in an neon air, lounging in an orange lawn chair Spurting Up!, from where...
IRA
‘o jesus, how many times have i died and lived again became unvirgined unshelteredandshelteredby bodies like yours and hers and mine.?...