Play outside on a sunny day
Dirt-crammed fingernails and
Soil mushed by toes
See what you find on a sunny day
Clothes sewn to tear and
Hips grown to shake
Claw through your mind on a sunny day
Thick, oily skin and
A voice trained to shout
Hide behind a sunny day
Those cheekbones hurt and
That is all you can think
You are blind on a sunny day
You are blind on a sunny day
YOU ARE READING
Poems by a Butt with a Dog's Face
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems. Some are about smothering, some are about God, and some are just strange for sake of being strange. There are other things in here too, but I'll leave that for the insides, you know how it is. By the way, you're pr...
