Poems from erynnj
How many microfarads
are there in that little wire?
You want to shock me
with a tiny blue bolt of spark?
No! I won’t be shocked, I hate...
I’m not good with directions
and a map in my hands is like
a book in a blind man’s.
I want to say I’m friends with north,
that wherever I...
I am an artist.
I do not draw
I cannot paint.
Creativity, this brush of mine
Has no media yet to use
To dip into.
But still I am an artist...