Tag: Words

The Cat’s Nomenclature

  All throats are coated There is no clear speech It is, a cluttered emptiness Search for words, understood only By mimicry, representation sounded And it seems that voice knows What part of the night To split open wide, with ruckus Within the apex…

Young Words

  There is a temporal space A frozen lake, where words From heated thoughts spill, Into symbols upon ice Slip, fall, even from sure palms   The stilled linear water Layered out into oval Fed by streams and sources Have been slowed By brave…

A World Away Means We Are Dust

  A world away means we are dust Showing a sign Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk   Even if I did say Something stupid You know I’m true   Even though I got mad You know my heart is real…

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