Poems from typewriterwolf
walking out in the after glowthrown about in the drunk beyond,looking for my wandering doglaid out upon the ground.
battle scars black and...
you know its spring when,a chalky finger points the wayon the face of broken pavement too,a tulip gardens bed and,a splash of color grows....
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static driveleaving rolling hills to the ocean's waveslet's slip into the sands.hide inside our...
when we laugh we cryinto a comic masterpiece.in slow motion we controlwhat molds peaceinto a letter.
what touch soon growsattached to the...
Poems are a changing thing and are at worst a dragon.Come to consume thoughts and drag words like virgins to the stake. when I...