Poems from Larry Laurence
The soft-eyed distinction
The truth of the mind
This summons attention
We know they are no mono-kind
My son makes alive the dance
My...
Once in a week I am born
Burst in like spring lilies
Slipped out of the womb
Like a frog escapes a wet palm
So short is my ecstasy
Wounded...
Filld with that turgid silence
Registering disturbance in resilience
Arousing aroused anxiety
Beauy debated in baked filthy
Stealing...