Poems from A. T. Him
The small ruddy church slouches in the town square.
I am seven trapped within the musky, confining walls;
my legs swing haplessly, as I...
In all the calculations
I haven’t really done,
I’ve come to realize that
In four years,
I’ve suffered from
The rocking of a coach buss that...
You filled my soul with hate,
Made my heart ache,
When you stole from me my dreams,
And wrote on the wrinkles of my brain,
Words so razor-...