There is no home in the ColdIt was cold Like a porcelain cheek As I sat on the stepThere is no home in the Cold
On the edge
When I
Opened my half-frozen eyelid I saw contrast to the
Speechless field of rot
And I saw a dark gloved hand Ripping the death out of me Like a piece of translucent paper And I,
I am a meek little doll
I will always sit
Mirroring the image Of the hands In the cold
Even when the cold Burns and melts away
Even when I learn
That
There is no home in the cold
The CoffeshopIt’s sick and cold in this town This town of mildly orthodox hand me downs Fly a plane, crash it down It’s all a waste in this townThe Coffeshop
The people are hand-me-downs And they smell a little of alchohol Though they only drank aerosol
And smoked cigarettes at the mall And fashion, please help us all
It’s a coffeshop
On the side of the road To fit under the door you have to be a child And sit there and dream for a while If the stars are so big, why can I cover them with my thumb? If the moon is so bright, why does it look so numb?
Old PoemSwirling mass contained in sky Bloom the woods and rainfall drapes Water wet and fire dry A man comes forth and takes his shape Fire blooms from where not told Water spreads upon the flames Men and woman young are old Given feelings, eyes, and names The dwellings spread from man’s own hand And filled the valleys, woods and hills The men put order on their land The gilded time was then fulfilled A thousand years they lived in place With only grunts and never words Until their mouths began to trace A language comOld Poem
AddictNot the drugs Or the gold Or the flashy strobe lights Or the melons Old And the rotten smell Not the time I fell On the bumpy road.Addict
Going home In the cold Not the hot summer
Not the number 1 or 7 But 1 hundred and 8 times Did I fall on that bumpy road In my mind
So single-spaced They try to get out They can only shout
That they want more
The golden finch Runs straight into the door When she cant have what she wants or is looking for
1 hundred and 8 times But do they care
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