lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout by ProtoRepublic
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
favorite coloronce more and thenfavorite color by jskullly
it's never better than
when it's gone
it's never any worse
than you could imagine
it's ready to burst
and then it doesn't
i can't but should
i could but don't
i want to know
one way or the other
what's your favorite color
whether or not i should bother
the packagingboredom behind bedheadthe packaging by aWay-with-knives
an abortion that didnt happen.
I have a thing for a shot of Knob Creek in a pot of coffee,
and alarm clocks ringing for no reason.
you probably wouldnt wanna hear those stories.
souls are hulls,
and these girls are barnacles
lets go back to sleep