Poems from JuliOste
as much as i hate to
admit it, i need you.
at least, to
:
remind
me of my occasional but
only figurative madness.
remind
me i am capable of...
the way i see
it, we have two
options:
a)
be each others
One. give me the
ring,
leave the wedding
to
me; and soon we'll boast about this...
Cities are germs under a
blacklight;
glass that has been stepped
on, cracks spintering outward;
landscape
separating and
exposing earth's...
i'm done with this gig,
because i can't press my palms
to the glass anymore.
writing about Death without beingunoriginaland depressing ishard. for
starters, He is surely more writtenabout than anyother topic...