Poems from poetch
I do not want to talk
You turned me into an ash tray
One that is smaller than you,
But has been put to more use
I am overflowing with...
I was going to tell you
That I think I’m falling in love
With you It’s just that I thought
You’d have enough to celebrate today
It being...
I’m not a poet
But you smell like
Those overused blue violets
And red roses
I wonder what the first thing you touched was
When you escaped the womb
Besides your mother and father
Any other family members
Doctors and...
You pound on my spine
And it echoes through to my head
Like I am a gong
And you are the man with the baton
When you arrive I feel alive...