screaming at low volumes
NO POETRY FOR THIS SMOKE just signals for life to turn direction to clear this world’s complexion. I’m asking for stasis in remote places with my silly smoke signals that more won’t die – each breath is part of me gone I want to live so I hope they see my smoke.
Super man is in the air Flying around without a care And wonder woman, she just stares At me. The banks are safe And the telephone works, It’s simple math, Not quantum quarks. It’s with out me. When I close my eyes, I think, “does the world ever stop to drink, as it teeters on … Read morePink Swimingo