Poems from oppositioner
sometimessometimes the manis a bata wooden stick strikingheads with a splatnails driving deepin crisscrossing slatson slides...
an endless deepa void so vastholes drain spaceof stars so fastand any hope theyhoped to castlight in streaksdisappears in mass
glides in...
i close my eyessoftly, softly,softer this timemy dreams long goneleft me hereto diewith the echoesof a promisebut onlylies
i close my...
sometimessometimes the manis a batin that a pen in his handis giving wings to a ratlives in his own worldand his world is flatthoughts like...
sometimessometimes the manis a batin that he’s blindto the fact he’s a gnatmaybe his skullis still intactbut what’s insideis cracked
single...