Poems from artinwordslouisewaller
They say all is well that ends well.
What is well?
What is all?
There is no well in all.
The world would be less fucked
with no monetary systems,
no science
and no religion.
Is that a full stop at the end?
can you be less white?
But dont be black.
are you woke enough?
But still be practical.
are you free of learned behavours?
But you cant...
where the mind stops
the mindspeak fades
my heart remembers
warm delight made
in the knowing
in the wanting
Voices in my head
White noise
In my chest
Beat of my heart
Thuds like
a weight in lead.