Poems from josholm

I've been floating for years, Cocking my ear to the sounds of late night drives And the quick tongues of midnight calls. The white lights...
I close my eyes and imagine flight.The literal act of witnessing your feet leave the ground.The fear at first, the pounding in your head. ...
  I do not think that I can excuse myself From the never-ending cataclysmic cycle In which I switch between the various stages Of love and...
  What do you see in front of you— A white wall, or maybe even off-white plaster? Or should I paraphrase, and repeat myself In a matter so...
Two legs to walk the earth. Two arms to grasp at the clouds. Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard. Five fingers take your mommy's curls...

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