Poems from MadHatterQueen97
Pigeon
the pigeon stares
and I back
I wish for wings
and he for dignityapparent by how he preens
the pigeon stares
and I back
I wish...
dance at the foot of graves
dancing forever
waiting
graves without dirt
not truly gone
bones clatter
“dance forever”
open the fridge
my pasta is boiling in side of it
WHO MOVED MY PASTA!?
“How long till its fixed?”
“A month at least”
“How did you break it anyway?”
“I was hauling it up the stairs and it slipped”
“Why is it...
For you:
the brave one
you will never understand
these words
you will never truly converse your doctors say
you parrot words
slowly you...