Poems from jredmiles@gmail.com
air. bleach. metal.
we did it out of mercy.
you see, it didn't speak
as we speak. there was no other way.
volts. roads. bridges.
at...
hands.
a body at rest.
fire cracks through tiny rivers, but
it is divine inspiration; sparks flying
into the cradle of ideas.
the body is...
her mind is a chaosof bright lights and the voices of titans and the written word is the backbone of orderholding up against her storms, ...
Time before mind.
Recall the sensation of it,
Palpable and with indelible taste, so as to miss it
Now, in the future of that time, when it...