Poems from samwise
Other people, for once
Can we talk, sir
Just a moment of your time
Just a blinking of your skim blue eyes
Can we sit, sir
Just a second...
Self perception
Why, if your eyes glow green in the gloaming
And your hair cries its wares in the bazaar
Why, if your long white wrists...
A brown man in a brown jacket
Lounges on a cherry red pick up truck
In the lot
Brown hands scratch feverish over a gaudy yellow card...
I think if I took out my brain and soaked it in lye there would be a feral explosionOr a little sighOf the two, I'd prefer the explosion,...
He gallops, fast and furious
A cloud of dust, mysterious
The rider, black, a shadow-kin
He hastens, he is feverish
Now swifter rides the...