Poems from owenhannon_2
Stumbling up the asphalt
Tripping on the threads of rain that compose the carpet
A homogeneous mixture of salt and water trickling down my...
Fuzzy and brown slippers,
Tapping the floor lightly,
I tend to do this nightly,
But don’t want to step on the floorboard.
The house lurches...
It stings down my throat,
But the oxygen tastes great.
What a crisp delicious meal, or drink.
The glass begins to frost and my fingers...
Jeez, this kid’s really putting up a fight.
He’s dousing me in chemicals and I don’t know if I can hold up.
My nose pokes out of his...
Incoming!
Fleshy bombs bomb the crisp forts.
I’m thirsty.
A corkscrew screws the clear corks.
Who wants a glass?
A can opener opens the...