Poems from Wired6
"It's bog standard Fam-put your hand in your pocket and pretend it's Spam."
"You lost the plot man--I'm not hench enough 2 do that Fam.Brov...
Choose life.
like a bird,fight for your life and fly.
(Wait guys-what Cliche's I provide).
It's never over.
Just the beginning.
What was...
This was it.
This was the one.
Triangulated
They head.......AIM......
Toward the woods.
Big bad oak
hugs shallow
green,brown eyes.
(told...
What's the point of using this piece thought Adam
in ambivelent silence
raking his time-
after time-
so-hum-drum-
futile existence-
of his...
MOLASSES
LIQUORICE
MELTING OVER HE
AS ONE
THEY RESEMBLE
THE DARKNESS
OF THE NIGHT
HEAVY WITH DEW.
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