poems

  • 29/04/2026

    class act with hands so dearadmire the beauty in the mire,turn the postcard into a friend,so nearglass act, a step too needy,a step too clear,a step closerto how you’ve always feared sleep, wishful!wistfully creep,blissfully bleeding, hide open woundshe seeswith eyes bleak-a beak, he grabs a fistful,try to pry wide open noonslike autumn when the stars…

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  • date TBD

    is a pebble worth more or less when the river dries? are the cries worth more or less when a sinner dies? is the hunger worth more or less when the dinner flies? one of these days i will try to cry to let the river dry but as long as the sinner lets the…

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  • date N/A

    hard to fathoma smile ever existingbubbling up like stomach growlpick a card, any cardtry and start your meal why are they all around,creasing around a figure?they sing again, a songi cannot promise i won’t be long bent out of shapehanging out of framehands where i can’t see themthey feel my heart beating, a songbelt out…

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