Steeven : Writing

some say it's dust...but i know better

some say it's dust...but i know better

A Poem by Steeven


whatschematics estimates of lovelike gallons of paint to cover a roomsystematic balance might be desiredto coat the ambiance of your skin, i so desire..
for an old road in an old town

for an old road in an old town

A Poem by Steeven


christmas lights swung `cross-`bove streetdip like wet clothes slung on linein heavy hours before noon-shine.a parade avenues with barricadesbrass bei..
a fable not a lie

a fable not a lie

A Poem by Steeven


fear no demonchild,their tongues (-)tasteeyes (-)see(-)life wastes like a garden mum nearing autumn.young one,child pull notthe bottle away hastily, s..
on the tracks in court house

on the tracks in court house

A Poem by Steeven


i see nothing beyond the bend(a bend that beckons-howls this is how it must end!)by all means of life that's fine-so long as the wooden plank of my se..
in diluted gardens my flowers grow

in diluted gardens my flowers grow

A Poem by Steeven


and forever follow if so shallowwe can feel the stones between our toesbut vowelsand constrictictionsleave the minnows eatingthe stubbed digitsdead di..
can i call you back later

can i call you back later

A Poem by Steeven


there are no more'stomorrowstodaysandriods cryingleft the riverall of iteach currentyoubecause, if crawfishcould counti would teach them youryourphone..
to what do i owe the honour

to what do i owe the honour

A Poem by Steeven


unfinished
friend like pronoun

friend like pronoun

A Poem by Steeven


so you couldn't afford a pinkcadillac,i'm sorry.i've tried contactbut the dead airwhere friend-voicecalm like prozacisn't...isn't where i'd look for m..
jesus rose, they say, father fell...i know

jesus rose, they say, father fell...i know

A Poem by Steeven


so it gave up, that heart of yours,fell silent like a stranger tired of knocking on a door.if they had left your eyes openi would have gone maddove to..
do the insects eat around tattoos

do the insects eat around tattoos

A Poem by Steeven


you wanted to meet fire, last warmth for cold bodywhy settle in dampness?to feel the rain casuallyfill the empty apartment vacant of braintoknow as mu..