Thursday, January 7, 2021

Poem: Welcome 2021




Dread has this heavy feeling

Rock in my tummy

And this city leaves ash in my eyes

So I take to the woods

Moss cushioned steps

and words I can't take back

But I would not

If I could?

I would string them like pine cones

Like pearls around my neck

Red and blue? 

That shit's for you 

Smoke it by yourself

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