Poems from Patrick Murphy

i could hear her voiceas it dances through the cracks of my door frame.she wants insideand i'm just a little boynot ready for commitment. ...
those constellationsin each darkened skyleaves me lost for wordsalthough feeling skinseems to bring it backinto my lips.if stroking egos is...
Leaving lather on the floor is the best way to leave the shower tonight. Water beads, down the drain, but her hands glide. She speaks few...
 the sun climbsup a stairwell built for a moon,& burns it. the moonhas nowhere to goand luna's journeyno longer rotatesaround this star...
 suicide is a forest fire& honestly Sarah,you’re flammable in these woods. we hide here though,because of it's warmth& this is...