Poems from Swope
Tick, Tock
Tick Tock
What’s that noise?
You hear it too?
It’s the beat of my temper
Raging on and on
Glistening in the light
And...
Writing is safer somehow
because pens don’t stutter like lips
words get stuck in throats, not fingertips
you cannot stumble on trails of...
Tick, Tock
Tick Tock
What’s that noise?
You hear it too?
It’s the beat of my temper
Raging on and on
Glistening in the light
And...