Poems from lkrummel
Our bodies the same, alien to us both.
Their neatly planted garden I trampled with my feet.
She locked me in a closet, the bitch.
Fat black...
With a quizzical frown, a child asks me Where is Heaven?
To which I instinctively shrug. I often times have wondered the same thing myself...
And when she woke, light
Bore into her sweet eyes.
Candle flames flickered
Down to their waxy bases,
Eager to put out their blazing
Flames...
On the floor near the doorway lay
Those green polka dot socks that I hate.
They mock me, telling me he’s been here,
When the crisp coolness...
She holds such life in her hand, as a child
Gazing into the exposed face of a clock,
Carefully analyzing the cool, lifeless elements
Until...