touch of real feeling
gives it some heart
first on the block
for a while
Tag: feeling
poem: when to give your Self away?
when to give your Self away?
(if you even have one?)
is it work or love or play?
do you get to choose?
what persists beyond the grave?
joyous spirit parties?
can the body’s work be saved?
better question: why?
should you try to quell your pain?
any kind you’re feeling?
same old shit but different day?
isn’t that the dream?
from a safe and quiet space
free of fear of violence
seeking out a change of pace?
that I wouldn’t buy
poem: feelings, each linked to a failure,
feelings, each linked to a failure,
laid out in sequence,
are best for comparing
our pains: mine sharp and short,
while yours has been long buried, deep
poem: red, empathetic,
red, empathetic,
feeling afraid for my
friends
and their pens
and the sodden erasure
of wearing and when
for the drop of the candle
the cat knocks ’em down