February 2018

Poetry Drafts / / By

battered but not bruised

skinless boneless dream

and tiny green

peas

sustain me

Poetry Drafts / / By

I am a domesticated wolf

A sheep without clothing

Found taking more and

more from the Emperor’s

coffer

Poetry Drafts / / By

These words were never written since the condom never broke. Conceived through misconceptions, arbitrarily the goal

Poetry Drafts / / By

These words are not suppressed

These words are not in jest

These words are not bread and butter

These words are not late for supper

These words are not made for walking

These words are not ripe for stalking

These words are not made to last

These words were meant to be spoken

Poetry Drafts / / By

“Like any game, you will only enjoy Life if you know the rules”

– Me, experiencing random synaptic noise

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