Poems from phantomofthebookstore
Love blossomed roundly
Into a cluster of cells
That wriggled and danced.
Little girl baby,
Puckered red raspberry,
Sucking with urgence...
One does not have much Nortelrye,
If forgotten words, they do not mourn with a sigh
And Slæpwerigne, pour over parchments old,
And find...
Let’s pretend tomorrow night never happened.
That never you took my hand and wouldn’t let go.
And led me to that place where we met long...
I spun the spindle to the time
Of the apple bite that took my mind,
The golden threads come with a price,
I only pricked my finger twice...
America.
Land of the free.
It’s where I was born.
But I haven’t lived there long,
From that country I was torn.
I miss the peanut butter...