Little Bobby Sue, fell into the river; was adopted by crocodiles, never to be seen again.
Alarms
Noradrenaline
Histamine
Serotonin
Warm sands
Rough floors
Cool breeze
Time to think
Time to do
It goes—
People tell me to write, to dance, to sing,always like no one is reading, watching, or listening,but I fail to take even a breath,because of a young childstrugglingto inhale across the opposite end of the world.
Hänsel and Gretelescapedthrough the back, if only to fall intoa moss coated rabbit trap; a dove,spotting them from above,observed a…
I haven’t lost shit —
A final attempt at the worst poetry in the world,made of basic building blocks,and no more, as my heart won’tleaveits hovel.
Another poem, because otherwisethe wordsstick mid-sentence, even if the only differenceis a bunch of linebreaks with no rhymesbetween them.