Poems from thomas.a.agee
Your bitter face
Makes for a regretful decision.
Willing apology.
Forgiving lips,
Like the chair to my heart.
Shivers down my spine.
...
You could slice it with a knife,
or just grow a pair.
You have saved the most formidable for last,
passed all anxiety.
Her eyes stare from...
My view of the universe changes each time my ticking eyes squint at 4:30 AM; the world just seems to be at peace this early, in the what...
One could speak amply of the man that loudly speaks of his own strut,
peacocking.
That is what one wants in terms of...
Late nights remind me
of knocks on the door.
How the moon serves the night.
honoring the Sun’s duties,
brothers, but not quite.
Throat...