7/29/16

alt lit, free verse, poetry 1 Minute

Slow the portion giggles.
Heap ravel winter bread.
Disappointment. Sleeves.
The motion of the hand consuming.
We burst blooming entrails,
pissing on rocks and pock marked light
with faces of an accident.
Beaded anger. Fructification.
More sleepwalking.
Tourniquet lisping.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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