Poems from PootyDooks
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place
A place in which I stare into the mirror and...
A filter
Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light
Changing context from wrong to right
Take away this glass magnifying...
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely...