Knives and a Desolate Marriage To Harm.
speak. your words. blue birds go SCREECH! as i meet the sirs, and madams, crab jam jelly in my belly for the
aqua king, cause everything stings fast, it lasts, my future, past, masked by the fact that i laugh when you say,
danger.
Copyright © Steve Stavropoulos | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment