Watch your back —
not that someone might sneak…
Poetry
with fever, you don’t forgetyou have it, unless you dream if you lie quite still,you might forget you’re […]
e practiced making funny noises
and you laughed and laughed…
my almost asleep consciousness
is a scary place to be…
Last night I thought of an experimental poem….
Give me your shoulderif you don’t mindmy tears need somewhere to land
and words, and I know
that I know what they mean,
and I listen….
not even a bad day,
some bad moments…
was the blue I think
blueberries are…
don’t be afraid to shuffle
forward movement,,,
