Tonight I Write Poems
in whatever the
i wilt
with folded pages
and slip beneath the ink 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001 to binary
brainily brained me
still a dick naming itself
i p
-----l
---a
------y with letters
swap words with swords
ords not to bee
Hsve sounds like halvies
on a bastard poem
wrote in cracks on ridges in my palm
ed watch i as i dis
atracted with some space
in here no-one
can here you scream
yeah i know it was hear
wanna see a trick
every mirrors here
yeah
and the outlines no longer there
and fade is elsewhere
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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