Poems from Max M
Disheveled,
we battle crawled
beneath barbed-wire defenses
and through undried tar roads-
searching for the One True light.
We spent our...
Shadows chase reflections
Under florescent apologies.
Every flower wilted during the
Drought.
Reflections shatter shadows
Inside...
If the body is a humble thing,
What was he to you?
Would you call him but a bumble thing?
Because this is just not true.
If your body...
Some days, I feel like Lucifer-
Outspoken and misunderstood.
Other days, I feel like Jesus.
Self-sacrificing and all-forgiving.
Somehow...
Petals of loveCurl in the cold warmth of distance.No tears have wateredTheir bodies,Which now force themTo dry and drop.This love, once...