Poems from sarabuckle

don't confuse the string theory with gravity
There is a universe in me andThis is not a metaphorEach string, bound by a common insult We held a mirror to another mirrorTo create an...
Wringing Out My Childhood Dishtowel
  the bottle sipped from your lipsintoxicating virtueleaving me to emergeas the art of an alcoholic. (breathe sigh) girls soaked in...