disdain his name the tissue wall
it keeps its distance miles tall
a heart moves like no other's—
in hand I take another's
smolder stars beneath the ash
a broken chaos left to crash
this heat, it means to smother—
in hand I take another's
woke from dazes drugged and dry
scorn the fractured warning cry
we dare to disown brothers—
in hand I take another's
palm to palm the lines engage
markings breathing once uncaged
rare flutters arouse bother—
in hand I take another's
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems for Peculiar Children
PoesíaThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
