Poems from monica_gutierrez
WalWalking down next to the railroads.
I walk with the teens of my generation.
Please can you point us to the nearest bar?
One where we can...
The wind breathing an air of elegant might.
Takes of my head and attaches it to one chime.
I grasp the bottom edge and let it float.
Knock...
An old man shaking a bottle to find his wife.
I think I almost saw her wave goodbye.
Hunched over the desk he no longer used.
While the...
What happens to me when,I write all the words on a page andit brands my brain then,I watch it flow.Stuck in my own head knowing, nowhere to...
The wind singing outside the blinded window. The speaking voices, from a strand of a nerve they
linger.
My eyes twitched know and then. I...