Poems from bcp36912
i remembered that cup
of coffee you swam in,
before jumping in gin.
i was thinking about you
and i was thinking about me
and i thought...
they were on their way to the liquor store
when the one turned to the other and said
"what would you do if i ended up dead?"
the other...
she repeats what the others have told me before
but then she adds something new, she adds in the truth.
i knew what she meant
but i didn't...
“Do you hear the sound of your own mortality?”
- I wish I still did.
"Do you?"
- Are you like me?
"Of course."
- No, you are not...
They say they thirst for rain that never touches the ground
and prophetic visions from mortals who aren’t hell-bound
yet gnats fly out of...