Steeven
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when, charles, your bluebird diedA Poem by Steevenrun out of paper write on the wallsfacesarmswhatever is in reach/your waybroke pieces of old wooden fencescribbled scrambledletters like eggs to eat w.. |
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stone-washedA Poem by Steevenshe is bruised, top-side-seared sirloin the marks are the colour of the gellatin meatinsidebecause she has been stone washeddiving into the ricochetof.. |
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heart on sleeve skin deep abrasions are fatalA Poem by Steeveni've hung parts of me on the line, barefooted through unmanicured yardhoping i'll drybirdy singing covers as i fold coversand a pile of laundry too ma.. |
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staring into the sunA Poem by SteevenSunrisingbehind tree, negates any coloursthat might be, causes it to appear asilouette-as though the tree itself was cut fromsky. |
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if kept cardigans of mine....and the excuse to......A Poem by Steeven841pmdry self lines close toplug holethere was a glimpse of meguiding zipperalong outside ofankleand one hair i didn't speakjust reachedwith lipshopin.. |
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trials and trioletsA Poem by Steevenone thought smacked into a fire beat to set ?/? time friggin triolets |
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sonnets are for the birdsA Poem by Steevensonnet cycle |
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editsA Poem by Steeventhey sayread with the heartbut heart beatswastes notevery contractionlead-in-g constrictionmany pronounsconjunctionsmisused blipof bloodto pointnoi yo.. |
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love from february blooms-downA Poem by Steevencan i sketch (i willscratch and scar paper (wanted or not)askew lines, misproportioned (cubismpoint of view, ( is more accurate)call it Rhodadendr.. |
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