Poems from technicolordust
i’m focused the
Computer not
comprehending
whether or not i
am truly thinking
about what i am
writing or if the
white screen has...
A small bottle
A brush
Heavy paper
Covered in crevices
And teeth
Pressure
It takes pressure
To start something...
They say you see
someone’s soul
Through their eyes
I see their souls
In the money they
Slide into my jacket
I see his soul when
He...