Poems from Jason Chen
Animals
animals
anialak
amsjskla
why are we all animals.
Bruises of words blue and black
Pain, and disregard, and bleeding attacks
So I come to
Lines of words white on black
Ambrosia and nectar...
And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench...