Poems from bearclops
They call me Medusa,
a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa.
The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight;
jealous? Of...
Marooned,
Shipwrecked;
A pirate without a parrot is a wound
But how does he pick his object?
Circumspect,
Retrospect
Any way to reflect
Not...