Poetry i used to have poetry rats sharing words you found profound heat in september words are clumsy and imprecise my child grace solitary risk philosophical soundbite stand up straight pleasure directions trapped a woman’s notebook the same old refrain dancing you should be me i see you not what i want the ball spring morning [haiku one] driving the ball older now puttering never parched the register Ozymandias on my mind not too hot, not too cold i would tell you one true way stuff Share:FacebookTwitterEmailPinterestTumblrPrintLike Loading...