11.
Listen
Applicant, your
Resume must whisper
Profit, Ivy. Or admit you
Submit.
12.
When you
won't go the speed
limit, I say “Come on,
are you new to driving?” like I
hate you
13.
Master
I called for you
for hours until my throat
was raw and torn but you didn't
appear
14.
Master
I called for you;
you came and put the room
in order never asking why
I called
NOTES FROM THE PSYCH WARD
16.
The ward
stifles Edward
needs a cigarette and
fresh air all he needs, like any
person
17.
The meds
Flatten feeling
The me I know is gone
Wretched as I was before I know this
Is wrong
18.
Caitlyn
Is twenty one
Mixed lithium and booze
Called the help-line slumping into
Coma
3 comments:
beckett, these poems are really haunting. I'm glad you're writing poetry again. It's me, LaMisma, your old friend.
Agreed -- s29
Hello LaMisma. Thanks.
Glad to hear from you. Glad to see you have a new tennis blog.
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