Poems from knucklehead
to be honest
i'm a chronicle
on this
giving my monologue
i'm pissed
rooms spinning
feeling nauseous
wanna be winning
staying cautious
breathlessly sinning
orange streak across from where i'm sitting
can barely stay awake
nod off when the malt hit me
rake in the feeling
heavens sake
not my fault, see
exterior slowly peeling
feelings fake...
at the mall
we used to go in the fall
sitting eating katsu
thinking of you
baby doll or a wall between us
stall all the way to a crawl
to...
proverbial wisdom
gone fishing
to kingdom come
done wishing
sitting here tuning my hum