This is how it went: the pilgrims, with their beige exoskeletons, six legs, antennae they travelled, they followed my misery, mistaking it for promised land, a place where they could be free and I learned the form of poetry in the exoskeleton, six legs, hourglass waist of a wasp on the windowsill I learned to […]
Tag: Verse
genetic designer
a found poem
disillusioned
December.
acoustic songs are better
A poem (feat. my fish)
unwell
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
fish family
Another cryptic poem about fish.
five-forty
Timely.
forrest, from your (favorite) progeny
November.
for you
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.
