Poems from segmcgunderson

I am from the cold worries of winter, From that gnawing permanence  And the rejoice of warm spring. I am from the two venus violets. (...
Alright, sweetheart. What’s this about acting the victim, Again? Your dress is stained, my dear, And your hair a rat’s nest.  Who let you...
I’m a little too much of the same thing I run on the railway lines That roll as straight and narrow As the razor-sharp wire I Am constantly...
Where did that voice go?You remember it, right? The one that muttered Sharp, syrupy, perforating words After each compliment And about...
It begins as a small seed Lodged in your ear Blocking all sound Soon, the roots spread   Little brown threads reach down into the canal...

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