Poems from bicynical
We are living in Orwellian times.
I saw the best minds of my generation resist the descending heel of fascism masquerading as patriotism....
Morning and I don’t get along
She makes my muscles weak and my eyelids heavy
I could live without her.
But I’ll tolerate her for...
Sometimes I let myself shrink.
Sometimes it’s an accident.
I don’t feel myself contracting
Till I slip out of my clothes.
Sometimes it...
You can swim in my waves, but take care not to drown.
Be wary of the riptide that will drag you down
beneath the waves and out to sea,
too...