Poems from tialovespugs
Appreciate the front row parking spots,
inhale the smells of each plant.
Run your fingers along a smooth sheet of paper,
feel the soap...
Who is it?
Is it the mail carrier?
The bank teller?
The dentist?
The Chrisitian?
The news reporter?
The artist?
The Buddhist?
The...
Who is it?
Is it the mail carrier?
The bank teller?
The dentist?
The Chrisitian?
The news reporter?
The artist?
The Buddhist?
The...
“Good night you two, I love you.
You can stay up,
Just promise me you’ll stay in your room, okay?”
Father said
To the pirates...
The flower grows
In the soil.
It sprouts from the ground.
In swoops the farmer
To pluck it out.
It is a weed.
The weed did not know...