Poems from AbelPax
I hate cleaning toilets
because the smell reminds me of youof the destructive brown flakes you would tuck in your lip and spit into others...
follow the red that point Nowere
up the river stream
look up at the giving sky
the ominous hopeful gleam
there is no death of Evergreens...
Little ones stand still sit down
We gave you this
perfect
Quet
Quaint town
Forget all your
dragons
Wizards
And gnomes
We have given you...
plumming purple
agaisnt all odds
birthed a bloom
in triumphant blood
with thorns to shield
and stalk of steel
plumming ponder...
through my sluber
my only peace
imergase a nightmare
with golden feet
sleep ivated
i sit alone
with thundering screams
filling my home
my...