Four Poems

Alex Wennerberg

SCARCE


Blue and hollow in the total
whorl of it. No bad.
And what are you going to do?
Nothing.

Keep the sun out of your mouth. 

 

 

POEM 1


there is harm between our fingers
& i sewed a sweater out of harm

(harm harm harm harm harm)

i put my eyelids on fire 

 

 

BREATHE LOVE TO THE ROUGH OF IT 


just a rockeffeller
sleeping in vomit
merry christmas 

 

 

WHAT’S WRONG WHY DON’T YOU TALK


(quiet addict)
noggin tips:
kiss my specky eyes