Poems from Michael Bradley Lamont
Scar tissue splits when you have scurvy.
Such specific malnutrition.
To be without citrus,
The brightest of the fruits,
Flavor like...
Let me tell you something disgusting.
I’m still in love with you,
I don’t want to be, I don’t mean to.
But I can’t shake this want to...
There’s so much I do on your behalf.
Restrain myself.
Degrade myself.
I keep myself in check.
Keep myself down and lowly,
All so you don't...
I called you the sun
In the hopes that I would be Icarus.
Legendary and famous
And dead in a blaze of passion.
But you are not the sun,...
I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.
That they’re sins.
That they will only rot my heart and soul.
I can’t be made to...