Poems from risum.lupus
I don't know whether it's pain or pleasure
but it hurts
But it hurts
so exquisitely
There's something wrapped too tight around me
and i...
ink flows freely
from a pen
that paper can do naught
but reject
reflect
direct
ink stutters,
smears
antagonized by frustration
self...
shifting on an unraveling wire
frayed and exposed
lightning rope
the Rubber Souls
we've been provided
wearing thin
Hesitation
fidget...