11:00 PM, August 1st
Something unrequited
that can never quite be had
Love or lust that’s out of reach
just fanciful and sad
Tag: poetry
The Crab
This poem is about cancer.
Harvest
This is the opening poem for my sci-fi novel: A World Sings Itself.
Maybe you’ll hear some more about it, in the future?
Joe
Joe’s a simple guy
He knows who he is, and what
There’s no need to pry
At a book that’s open-shut
Blick auf das Feld
It brushes the ears
And sweeps the nose
Harkens fears
And hastens woes
Caught Out
What’s the most power that someone’s had over you?