Poems from nicolle.weinstein
You're in the Vertical Cafe
In the sky
Off the clouds
And they're serving muddy coffee
With beautiful cream;
A Santa beard
Across an acid...
I'd like to rip down the curtains
That cover this myth
And swallow the dust
My actions cause to fall
Circumnavigation on the frothy waves of Eden
Falling through the skies and dripping past the stars
Maybe, if, and only
You could be my...
He is the shadows.
Tree.
Barcelona.
Gulp. Burning. Lick my lips, taste the oily smudges of Red Rose 12.
Drunk. Wrist. Limp.
Tuck...
I'd jump across a pit of night
To see why light's not long
I'd run straight through a firefight
To find what's going wrong
And through...