Poems from tyreshaat

He stands one hundred feet above ground, on top of some  abandoned building; perched on the edge of life.   His Arms bend in wicked ways,...
The wind guides the bayou’s surface dancing in rippling patterns, they masquerade around the trees’ and whistle a soft tune. Crickets...
I crawl into Cheerio boxes and  ramen noodle cups looking  for serotonin.   But I fall through, and find myself back in bed, little spoon...
Day 1: The half-eaten PB&J oozing jelly on her nightstand intrigued me, but the smell of unwashed socks and sweaty yoga pants kept me...