Poems from Standing Damu
All my shirts have hearts sewn into the sleeves you don't have enough thread.
Caught up self taught distraught, delusional ingrained in a sub atomic particle of sustainable pain, my rhetorical conundrum a...
Melodies she extrapolates from my slumbering famished mystique, walls crumble in the glow of her lavender serenity. Ecru ocular beacons...
Fade away with me into the rhythm of pash grasping sheared ribbons of teal tinges that dash, drift with me seranading the break of sunrise'...