Poems from typewriterwolf
Like a heat with air puffedFinished hunting can lay down my bowTo many birds,Daddy.
Our World is so fucked, the gulf iscrying out in oil suds mixed Fossil Fuels-all- -gone--dry-In this heat wave they speak, as I...
thanks again for feeding a child grownwith your acid samplesand gold-flakes.
good-to-know there's time after allin the day.
and good-for-...
you caught me upon a fallen starand wished me away to thedesert Mars.
A dead plain with foreign menof simple things in a nightmare,
awaken...
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.Smoking an orgasmic note,Slips between your moan.
Watching the night take another...