Poems from kwulff
Life becomes rather monochromatic
when you become very melodramatic,
because your friends aren't really estatic
to talk to the self...
The mouth of the metal monster
the maw of the morbid mother
the giver of gold or gall
picking out the particular person
plucking out...
A silver-backed glass
staring back
doesn't reflect
on the shattered hours
of sitting in the vanity.
Amazingly,
We think
Everything can't be awesome.
Sometimes, we
Ought to remember
Maybe
Everything can be...
For the Queen,
Here is the Jack of Spades
Because you've used your Clubs.
Though I thought I was a King,
I didn't have a Two of Diamonds...