You were always
My three big sticks
That set me down this path
From which there is no turning back
You turned me
To these very poems
Created a need for writing
To blood-let my worthless sorrows
You busted out
My skull's windows
So that when it rains
It pours in streams of gibberish
2018
YOU ARE READING
Assorted Poems
PoetryVarious short poems dating back to 2014 or so A lot of inspiration from Allen Ginsberg My longer works are in a story titled "Oh Stop Light! and other poems" (some strong language and possible depression related triggers. please be safe, readers!)
