Poems from ultrabookworm
"Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay." --F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
Evergreen frost and candlelit Dickens
and a faint tang of Crest cool mint paste
swirl around my teeth and dormant words
at only four o’...
I waited on the colonnade for a flicker on the dampened pavement--
drinking tea and feeling no flood
though the phantoms of yesterday had...
Take out the timing that sets all your watches Spin all the gears like flat metal globes You’re a god of the nothing, a seal on the void ...
Independence didn’t treat you well.
Eighteen finally came around and it seemed you were in free fall
with your breaths catching in short...
Open your mind,
say the old voices, the new voices.
Once Saturday morning I heeded those voices,
eyes burning, and went outside
in the...