Poems from Josiah Greenwood
The mirror sees…
A mass of writhing Medusa curls
A spotted face
Brown hair, brown eyes, dull
Blue jeans
Boring shirt, unfitted, with a...
Show me what to do
I know not where I’m led
I do not know
What to do
How to do it
How to breathe
“Kill me!” I scream
But you don’t, you...
It’s curious, perhapsI’m perfectly happy to be cuddledBut rarely do I like being coddledI don’t know if it’s an issue of trustOr if,...
Mmmmmm!That smell! So sweet!Lush and fresh,So pure and new, like fresh rainIt makes my nostrils sing!So clean and clear!Cool, like the...