The Demolitionist
This one will take a lot to break. Round and tall too, just like my honey pie. I wonder what that bitch is cooking for…
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This one will take a lot to break. Round and tall too, just like my honey pie. I wonder what that bitch is cooking for…
A poem about poems If I wrote one hundred poems,would one of them be good enough,speak to someone,scratch an itch,or grace the pages of a…
The vortex of swallows somersaults the sky, staggers toward afternoon, bacchic choreography in vertigo.
hardly moving at all grey old men inch concrete legs across the floor meet Goethe Kant Tolstoy weekly conjugal visit lifers doing hard time
Your anger tiptoes through and darkness slits my throat swift slashes behind I sleep dying warm in friendship
Have you ever tried to tease and coax into the sunlight, pregnant thoughts from the abyss? Sometimes they come laughingly, …
Have you ever felt your life stall, like in the middle of a busy intersection, missing, sputtering, and then run out of gas, or breath…
You, shadow, disappearing into the dark quickly when sunlight fades from words.
Poetry It was the serenest evening I had ever witnessed in my whole life Sitting in balcony gazing at the sunset with hands around the…
The windows to your heart Pierces my heart like a dart Your jewel, ungodly fine art Reveal worlds as wits depart ––– More from Daniel…
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