Poems from l.m.coleman
i want to hear
about you
running through
the sprinklers
at 3 am
about the joy
of utter
stillness
i want to hear about
your...
someone
punctured the
atmosphere’s lung
you know what came out?
the stench of
scorched hot dogs
the moans of
gas prices
the reek of...
because God
breathed life
into me
and my blood sings
with a thousand
metaphors that
breathe
in-and-out
my experiences
like a life-...
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor...