Poems from Tom Fulton
Diplomatic helplessness is all I have to give to you
When homes without foundations are the town you built to match the plans you made
With...
I want to see the world from your eyes
To love the way you love
To feel the way you feel
When you are loved
And you loved me.
The bottom of...
Enigma in formation, grown from dirt and raised by trees
Discovery brought guilt which brought the child to his knees
An avalanche of blind...
What triumph has victory without strife,
Or glory without deed?
What man has wealth without lack of it,
Or fulfillment without need?
What...
A skull is full of filth and mold
And throbs without an end.
The lies by which through grace were told
Can make life feel pretend.
This...