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...