Poems from lpbt
I am not afraid of death.
Is that an odd confession?
I am enthralled by the absence of being,
One’s own existing recession.
Now I don’t...
Resistance,
Like the chapped nostrils and clogged airways of a sick young boy.
Resistance,
Like that same boy not making his middle...
Cigarettes and moonlight,
Solely isolation.
Cigarettes and moonlight,
Only out of desperation.
Charred remains of sandy shade,
Are all that...
Ham and bananas,
Fish fillet,
Why do they all sound the same?
Running for some rattle in their pocket.
Oh jumping junebugs,
Jesus Christ...
What do new beginnings mean,
If you haven’t started living yet?
We don’t know what it’s like,
To pay bills or do taxes.
We are a fraction...