boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

everything i couldn't say to you

it will make sense in the morning.

this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be

this is about pale pink blood red brown skin

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

wither, with him, within