Poems from C00k13OOK
Mistress Moon,
don’t beg to be
my muse
The music is far better
when played in golden brackets.
its branching beat
has climbed my head
and...
Steady,
she speaks
of rosy cheeks
and glowing eyes.
She’s a button,
no surprise
She’s not polka dots
or lace
but her hair reminds me
of...
I am ready
to climb my wallsand tumble over them
exposed in the sunlighthow it looks like it should be
where I should be
not tamed by the...
This is a black hole.
populated with thoughts.
dense in numerous
nightmaric protegies,
plots and puzzling
nonsense.
a silent poltergeist
Dull pain
in your name
such joy
my conversation can destroy
you’re like something
I can see and hear
But not so near.
You are out of touch...