the heart thinks it wants
things that it will never need.
still, i feed the greed.
Archives for September 2015
eyes closed
counting my pennies
and never reaching dollars.
place coins on my eyes.
soft tears
the brown ground gives in.
soft like the stomach of earth.
wet like my tears.
trippy keys
computer language.
foreign tongue twisting my thumbs.
tripping over keys.
back to front
men digging trenches.
moving earth from here to there.
and back again too.
professor pain
through the many days
the body tells me stories.
from lessons of pain.