Poems from coolhandjake

Twirling swirly my slurred Speach stood still I'm alive don't worry Phone-call-two-in-the-morning   The sense of furnished living rooms...
Licky wind. clouds that lick too Away yellow then blues   Licky wind, sculpts new skin Dry and cold again   Lick her tongue taste her spit...
The eyes he holds you with, your red lipstick, Nicotine fingers draped summer's leather The rain found structure the candle's flame flicks...
I open a book on the 4th floor of Brooks And smell the cigarettes we shared on July 4th Through the concrete that binds your bones, Large...
Hello my name is Tyko                                    I believe                       life black dots                     orange suits...