Sky rumbles and the air tastes like
Damp soil in between my teeth
I'm striped head to toe and
Stripped crown to foot
The fog crawls on slick bark and we're drowning
Misty haze and lazy gaze off into blurry fat drops
What if this is real?
I've had enough of this gravity
And I've had enough of this severity
Sand swims in my throat and we're
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Nonsense
PoetryAn infinitely growing collection of poems that are written spur of the moment as a result of whatever phrases or ideas are floating around in my head on a particularly productive day. They will rarely, if at all, make sense. (These poems do not hav...
