Blue
I lay in waiting
Cold Comfort eases no pain
I sleep sometimes in an old Square Corner
My stomach any empty growl
Starve me
Take all that is mine
Sustained
An imagination as All
Like a rising heaven,
clouds turn a Blue poet's sky
cul de sac
1 month ago
1 comment:
This is rich SC. There's a Ginsberg way in the back of your mind, you need to get him to the front more often.
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