Poems from larrykingg
all over,
I see people—
the small glimpses first:
a person stepping off the curb
as the light blinks red,
someone mumbling into a phone,...
Where I'm from,
masks of porcelain must be worn.
Fragile as glass,
yet they always gleamed
with practiced joy,
covering the face of...
there isn’t a single thing
I wouldn’t do for you—
not one mountain
I wouldn’t drag myself over,
not one storm
I wouldn’t walk straight into...
I find it
almost funny
how you convict me
of loving naively;
you really
couldn’t be farther
from the truth.
I have seen
the inner parts
of...
We keep calling this an ending,
yet somehow
I’m still in your bed
with your heartbeat trying to hide
inside my chest—
as if it can borrow...