Poems from phantomofthebookstore
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your...
My dreams crash silently like breaking porcelain.
Tight fat and sinew stretch above the milky balls of my eyes,
Reaching for heights they...
Unwanted memories.
Chew and swallow them.
There is no erasing
them no matter how hard
you try to. They linger.
The taste of tears and
old...
I’m always losing things,But not always because I’m forgetful.People’s trust and special ringsAre not easily misplaced.
I’m always losing...
Ironically, the walls were yellow.As the days passed, the unbroken flat colorForced its way into my retinasUntil I saw even the...