Poems from livelifewrite
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform
and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in...
The street is strolling merrily along when
our hovering, fiery daytime stalker fingers his glow-gun at the dark tint of my passing-by...
I didn't wake up like this.
I hit my snooze button three times this morning,
sleepy sluggish fingers slapping at my phone.
I didn't wake...
Why do old women wear musky perfume?
They are not mothballs yet
and maggots still
(like men)
are repulsed by their living flesh.
Yet...