Poems from knucklehead
looking out
across the grid
singes doubt
from which i hid
plastic people
prolonged feelings
temporary healing
stealing moments
emotional dents
packed up
wood under my feet
what a feat
repeat my wrongs
*prolongs tones*
throwing stones
can't feel my bones
taking my primaries
can't help but stare
my own angel
looking from a different angle
what a pair
taking my binaries
out of pocket
your face in my locket
push it in a box and lock it
open the hole through the world
and drop it