Ink black skies contouring on the distant lamps
Distant chatter countering the nightfall's silence
Frivolous youth out for a cig, that cancer-stick
Older me, relatively, runny nose, common cold
Yet as the mind runs, so do the eyes
As well as the nose towards clearer days
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Songs of the Reed
PoetryA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
