Poems from mmlouiset
Pulp thick.
Grainy tongue
Yack
Tons of lids
Miel ears
Can you feel it
Thrum & bone
Garbage & ash
Coated me
Scruff & crust
...
it’s at that time when straws become too much
organic white people fare becomes
barbaric
phallic
too much
i chew inward, inhale
with a...
long hair
boiled potatoes
blessed sacrament
niagara falls
bitten lip
curved mouth
curly whisps
loving cradle
fantasy cloud
rising plume