Poems from Jsolis7
Thirdly incarnation, with a serenade (indiscretion). Consider the window to its view. Charming I thought to myself— you've got a man...
I'm sorry about your sweater.
the weather is, a bit torn.
and wouldn't you say auntie's got a fix?
her lost crops—the corn.
now go to the...
The score board tells it all. By the shattering sound— the wine glass frequency. Then a silhouette peaks through a crack in the wall. No...
Fall back through,
a sheet of white (that you've gone and blended in). Two hands and 12 numbers coming clean for the best of us. From this...
Sorry soda pop face! I'm jetting when the septic hits the spin. I've got plans in Barcelona, i'm crooning with Jack the Ripper. I've...