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...