Poems from sinclairsledge
Like smoking moms and their babies
Like texting while he’s sleeping
Like rushing businessmen with nowhere to be,
Law non-abiding law...
I suppose to someone born in the city,
It’s fairly easy to make myself at home.
Streetlamps and coffee stains,
Buzzing with modern-day...
Bulimia A woman in blackStumbles into the night,Bright-eyed, ravenousLooking for the world To glide down her once forbidden throat Open the...
Little boy comes in with a balloon tied around his finger,
Releasing it to only graze across the ceiling
Wishing it could reach beyond....
Fairytales A jack-in-a-box waiting to be cranked A wand waiting to grant a wish A tutu to cover the too, too many handprints on her legs...