The city was New York.
The time was 9:25 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was fall.
The temperature was 51°F.
It was not raining.
The time was 9:25 am.
One could see the sun.
The season was fall.
The temperature was 51°F.
It was not raining.
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