Poems from krsmit29
Can two people truly
love each other,
who don’t eat ass?
Truly? Ha!Truly… mmm…N… hm… no... no.
Those are friends that fuck.
Maybe it slips out my ears while I sleep,
the part that's connected to things.Maybe a mask of cool skin's growing over me -
a little blot...
Thick adolescent throat choked on a string
connecting a warm baby held to bare fleshwith a shaking man
on an empty trailer floor.
Somehow...
Close vibration,
sounds felt up and down my body.
Just sounds -
no meaning.
But these words
soften my tightness,
calm hush
calm soft
calm...