Poems from izzyhuber
The constant elastic nervous mess
that ricochets along
in every waking moment
that has lain awake too long;
migraine-inciting, surplus...
Here have I lain: weak-awake in the wake of acetaminophen's sweet, uncomfortable taste,
/
with a throat battle-bruised where an itch once...
If I didn't like puzzles, I would have left you long ago.
There is my favorite kind of beauty in you, and it runs so very ...
Skylight, shake me, daylight, take me, rhythm, break and bend; Seconds, wear me, minutes, scare me - hours, tear and blend:
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Fear, exalt...
What am I to do with a sound that heeds no muse? - with this devil-red guitar that wears one string one octave high? I'm lying; I knew well...