Poems from G-erakina
the way my poetry evolved
was Adam Gottlieb to
leave the song behind
because i started with
paragraph palaces
and stanza stampedes...
in this poetic world
i am a bad faucet
when battery operated minds
meet water
time like liquid slows
and flickering flashlights die...
it doesn't feel like raindrops and roses anymore
it feels more like a slit in a window opening up to maybe dead forest
like building for...
my hand is pulsing with energy
my heart is pumping maybe
too fast
and im afraid to walk out the wrong door as the dragon and her keeper...
not once have i been told
thank you for service great student of mine who has risked your mental state, your sleep, insomnia, depression,...