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...