Maybe A Low Type Poet
@jonrt
I hang lighting in my eyes for 8 hours I use the fire to melt the ice you might find me head nodding sent to bed without supper putting an unlit cig out
on.soundcloud.com/nPrE5zUVLuPB... like a drip from a faucet just starting to drop it
Red State
All the long years wrung from the cloth of my very soul.
The sorrow—dear and empty—switch with me.
I still cry with eyes closed,
over flowers found by the edges.
Over feathers foolishly I let fly their silver.
Dream, how I never saved any.
How I gave up after so many.
Wish I could feel content.
Wish I co...
