Poems from JamieLyons

texting you straight out of the hospital was like using my one jail call to order a pizza i can’t have
i don’t even know how many petals are on a sunflower but i’m sure you’ve picked all of my innocence off and the daisy is dead he loves me...
i’ve spent hours on others   i can’t make them do anything still i type declare what you’re going to do   or not   i am merely your cane...
paper gause pen sword red ink poem   slash for every wrong answer   i kind of want to subtract you divide skin and multiply  
metronome heart allegro to affrettando pump   hair rises like furtive ballerinas on strident piano keys   razor blade nails shotgun...

Pages