My poems have no structure,
I guess you could say that.
They're the bare minimum,
Stripped back.
They have no intricate motor neutron system,
No neatly formed muscle cells.
No skeleton.
Instead they're raw, messy and thoughtless,
But full of thoughts.
18.05.15
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paintbox
PuisiPoems from the inner corners of my brain, under my nails and the end of my paintbrush.
