Poems from joyful12321
My Uncle joined the circus,
which is okay,
I guess,
if you like that sort of thing.
Truth is,
that sort of thing really
creeps
me
out,
like...
They dance upon the rocks,
as if with fire under feet,
blood smeared on their faces from the
berries in the wood
near the drug store
next...
I sit upon the story book.
(The walls they shudder, the house it shook.)
The pages are yellow, the cover is aged.
(The window’s emblazoned-...
I promise to write every day,
Even if it’s only a sentence
Or a short paragraph
That kinda sucks
And sounds like I was drunk
When I wrote...
My Uncle joined the circus,
which is okay,
I guess,
if you like that sort of thing.
Truth is,
that sort of thing really
creeps
me
out,
like...