Behind The Blinds | Poem

behind the blinds   I wish we could speak more how casual streams of earl grey graze upon our senses speaking gibberish, child-like almost nonsense in the way it reaches my ears landing in my dreams fluttering close the flies buzzing there  casually, no, hypnotically...

Catch | Poem

catch   did anyone ever tell to you to slow it down dumb things down to simple sentences while you break out in laughter and they freak out but they don’t really care knives break and people stare what’s the catch if i get my magic hair for zero dollars so they can...