Poems from knucklehead
in the winter
speak a different language
my anguish
choking on my words
maybe love's for the birds
distrust for algorithms I'll never see
wishing for something we'll never be
I wish we could say we
swallowed the key
that unlocks the true...
dying of starvation and thirst
face down in the
distrust of my own words
sun in my face
it's cold out again like the first
I can see again
set a worthwhile hand on my shoulder
emotional boulder in my gut
in a rut standing for my mans
kicking cans by the ocean
can't let em go...
thought it could only get better
notepad filled with grief
now the weather reverting
converting into a shitty son
desert the man I once was...