Poetry

Poetry

A Poem by Crazy Claire

I aim for a poet;
end up more like prose.
So how do I capture
the flakes of blue in your eyes
and those god damned freckles
on your nose?
Or the your arms meet your elbows;
your knees meet your legs;
and your feet meet your toes?
I breathe you
I need you
regardless of where the
wind blows.

© 2013 Crazy Claire


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Crazy Claire
Crazy Claire

Los Angeles, CA



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A Poem by Crazy Claire