Author: Tom Poet
Not Tonight
I pressed my palms against my eyes so hard I watched Willy Wonka pixels dance in small squares blue orange and white
Sun On Rocks
There is something to be said About the Cold blue ice The breath of winter But it’s sunshine We all seek You…
winter wash
Bare beyond belief upon the sand under the stand of the lifeguard they sat on an empty landscape with the breeze blowing tender to the…
Pocket of Space
I am Within your grip the moon the tides gravity Can not change it I will struggle Strain at the hips Drive my teeth Through…
Love Letters
I have no Idea who you call at night. I never asked for your cell number. Its those wild blues. The grey blue, its that…
The Second Hand Shop
Thanks Rochelle for hosting. All links can be found here. Walt looked over everything in the shop. Nothing but trash, he thought. Who would pay…
Proposition
There was a pungent not quite socially acceptable smell in the air under the darkness of the end of the work week. Down…
Vegan Poem
Some say the world is divided between the strong and weak So don’t sit across the table from me if you are meek The…