Poems from Piano_hands96
I often dreamwithin the nightthat Ravens coo andPigeons bite.and when I wake andturn my head,I see them all,the grateful Dead.
Ballerina leavesThat cup the air and weavego en pointeto center-stagewhere brighter, harsher, stabbing lightreminds them of their ageand...
In a Mad dash for the Finishmarathon tears rungliding downward glidingtheir skates, too sharpprick the pupil, slidingwho has still...
There once - I saw a Butter-flyfly right into the Sun.It softened, dripped, melted - fell -and at Once was gone.
What Tearsthere were, there in her throat
of disproportionate size!As if she had swallowed up the sea,an ocean with its mouth at her eyes...