Monday, August 18, 2014

in the poetry of facing her thorns & earth loneliness

like a shadow

you show up swimming

from your latest white-out

papery thin
fucking of determined

sticks to the
middle of the door

Hate by Gladstone Midnight

diamond glinting

nearly everyone

she blames

the party moonshine

flattening the drunken

and a skinny boy
called Marina

black t-shirt pulled to a trickle

horde of tears

imaging you


unholy car horns

the little poem’s
final choice