Sitting in apartment, cleaning room, preparing for school to start. Found the following, wanted to post, nothing to boast 'bout but, here it is-- give me a shout (something you've been styling).
Scraps of Poetry from Madrid
Prepare for rain to
stain yr heart
with fresh cool
natural drool
down the fabrique fringe
from the spool
across seams
until it seems
yr cloth can
hold
no
more
----
i dont believe
words spoken and not
how they tear our ropes into
impregnable knots
rope burns
time yearns
to soothe and heal
skin keps
peeling
mind-brain-gum
realing like
rope thats
tangled from the
heart thats said:
nope
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