The minimalist
I skip all words and things all I don’t need I ship it away I cut out the rudeness the tears leaking of its walls I destroy all that doesn’t
Some poems on the road
Categorie: Poetry
Correct me
teach me that you can be yours and he and she can be them and theirs because language is bendable there’s more stretch to it than me It’s fresh and
Where I’m from
I am from yellow newspapers and old books from Playmobil policeman fighting crime and ghosts stories while praying scared in bed I am from the small garden with a steel